Bachus1 Aug 2002

The memory of my breath condensating upon my desk is overwhelming, vivid, I've printed this one out and put it behind a refrigerator magnet. That way I wont feel to old in the morning when I go to the cooler on the other side of my trailer and grab myself a cold one while scratching my smelly hairy pot belly. Cuz the fridge is broke and outside, but not lonely cuz its got your poem keeping it company.