We wanted to make a good impression. Maybe even to launch a conversation.
Where does meaning lurk in a universe where mountains are mangy from fires and logging?
'No, no, no,' said C, 'this dude cannot paint a lady.'
I would be a day. I’d run around after myself. I would cohere.
I imagine this boat tattooed: the engraved wings reaching in each direction, indicating those early sea voyages.
