Tuesday, July 6, 2010

boots, heavier.

Sometimes my chest feels like an old, bedraggled tomcat crawled in and filled its entirety with paws and half a tail and one scarred eye. And sometimes all I can hope is that a wild pack of dogs will come careening around the next corner and chase him off for a while.
Leaving room for the next critter to climb in.

1 comment:

Kristin Michelle said...

i think that's the carrillo hill talkin. champ.