Burning dinner is not incompetence but war.
The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.
Shared laughter is erotic too.
When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.
Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.
