They keep us warm, shield us from the extreme temperature changes—but I’m burning on the inside.
here and there, you just gotta toss the faux to the snow leave it for the deer to trample, and when they stampede
at the change of season, upon your return take up your fringe and run with them.
—Dance of the woman with 3 left feet
HERE IN THIS SPACE YOU WILL ENCOUNTER MY STORY.
THERE YOU WILL FIND MY LIFE OF SURFACING → PURPLE CRAVINGS