Waterhaul (i)

I stepped into the road, having seen the driver indicate, and saluted him in thanks as he was forced to swerve around me; my heart demonstrated that it was capable of irregularity to coerce concious thought, and as my hand continued to wave I muttered under my breath, ‘Fuck’.


4 thoughts on “Waterhaul (i)

    1. Well you are a fine being, I think, but I know what you mean, I believe. It is a struggle to be a being, much of the time.
      The sweetest thing I’ve heard all day. Thanks, I miss you also. You, and I, are not the only “wordpress-ers” to rarely write on here. My “Blogs I follow” feed would be a ghost town if I hadn’t followed a few new people in the last year or so.


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