Thursday


Only four fingers.

If you close your eyes and keep following the white lines
Your brain will thank you with a sharp knife and a smile.
The girl next door is weird to me; her second toe is taller than her first.
I noticed her child blow his nose into his purple sock and I laughed.
The woods run deep behind my little abode, the birds, that’s where they sleep.
Sometimes the river calls for help just before the morning sun.

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