God-forsaken Is Beautiful, Too.

Excuse Me, I Said. I Thought You Were A Trout Stream. I'm Not, She Said.

We Looked Like A Parade Barely Moving Toward You Might Get Lost.

I Thought About It For Awhile, Hiding It From The Rest Of My Mind. But I Didn't Ruin My Birthday By Secretly Thinking About It Too Hard

The Time Is Right To Mix Sentences With Dirt And The Sun With Punctuation And Rain With Verbs.

I Daydream About A High School Where Everybody Plays The Harmonica: The Students, The Teachers, The Principal, The Janitor And The Cook In The Cafeteria.