On my front porch the limbs…
hang low. The porch is a half pink solution to paint spilling. The wallpaper is 13 years of love letters. The cats, the vibrant plants, the cicadas don’t know this pillar of real Midwest punk hospitality is being turned to student housing next month.
Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No Matter.
Try Again, Fail Again, Fail Better
Here I am right over there, running into opportunities to stop running and hoping they keep my scent until my prayers are answered and I am brave enough to slow down.