Gosh dangit, I've misplaced my good trowel
Mosquitos chomp my ass
The beebalm is root-bound
I squeeze and squeeze and squeeze
25 plants in two days
It got too dark for the bridge
And still so much growing to do
Why have we not been listening to the Grateful Dead
I think I know where
Miss the vegan food trucks
Drinking hard cider with orange in it
So many times I stayed. So many times I don't remember why I left
At the time it all seemed so serious
I might have some chamomile myself
Love to the precocious little girl at the farm stand, yearning to be seen
I tell her about Colorado so she knows women can move to the mountains
Wish it was earlier
I read the magazine for Christmas tree growers
Thank you to the young men who considered my dog
I think we should go to IKEA soon
I have eaten the jalapenos
Does sex count as a sport
To try to get the full flight
The squirrel surveys the devastation, baby in tow
I am so sorry I can't breathe
I fill the feeder with birdseed and place it on the hollowed stump: an offering
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