leftover scraps of onions line my pockets, why do they do taht to me?
inside my pants, there are: plenty of gnarled tree roots for me to munch on and
none of
the things that i truly need.
i need an old tire, with the wires poking out and getting stuck in my hand so that i am pulling them out for days. that day was so nice, a fall cold, the trees silent and heavy with morning fog. my dad drove out to bring me a tire and have a laugh at my expense. all my tires threadbare and worn. hah hah funny to him.