minor world-building is all I can muster
these past few weeks. some curse abouts
the brain, methinks. god, just listen to me
go. it is romance month, the stores say.
better start planning today for what's to
come. chaos, yes? inspiration stays away,
still. sometimes the shit lights a fire under
you hotter than the good stuff. like, if they
could make it with this garbage...
who really knows how the bitter blossoms.
best we can do is try to stay sweet, and often.