thirty seven—
that's expensive!
cents

Dillo Fenderson

st. thomas should maintain
its roads a lot better, they are a
muddy hell, even for a ghost town

Asuguo

the rain sounds
like a hundred tiny creatures
running on my roof

Asuguo

today must be
national
travel day

Asuguo

some must look up
from their phones long enough
to make babies

Asuguo

lava is cold
south of
the equator

Asuguo

she finally gave up
and came home
on her own

Dillo Fenderson

I don't dislike spiders
unless they jump
into my face

Dillo Fenderson

glass doesn't
need to be broken
to cut you

Dillo Fenderson

everything was
fine until it stopped
being fine

Asuguo