our dog walks once skirting the golf course both sides of the creek all around Sunny Dunes up and down Palm Canyon Drive have become the same square block of sidewalk every morning a short track for s
what the hell? I keep kneeing the edge of the bedframe shoulder-bumping doorways scraping my ankles on boulders in the garden as if something in me tries to grind edges off the world shortcuts to wher
sometimes when the TV is on Oliver slips out to the backyard settles into his favorite security guard chair pricks his ears to tricks of the wind the shuffles in leaf litter tiny scratches and tinier