As the light drains from the sky, a single bat flaps toward the crescent moon.
I picked up a cushion from the outside bench and there were hundreds of ant eggs
in the space between the boards. Now that the eggs were in the sunlight, the ant
colony
I was nearly cut off by a car with Honk if you Love Jesus on the bumper. It was
not a small sticker, but vinyl letters that ran the width of the bumper.
I dreamed I was reading The Intestinal Fortitude of Marriage. It was 42
chapters.
I woke up early this morning, just like every other day. I wish I could sleep
in, but some days I just can’t get back to sleep. The morning sun is streaming