Don’t give up just yet. I’ve still got some warm night dancing to do.
You set the stars in the sky and shaped the mountains, so you can take care of my mess. I’m giving you the broom.
Dear tendons and joints of my shoulder,
Could you please get it together? I got stuff to do and you are really killing my vibe.
Dear Ms. G.,
I always wished I could spiral perm my hair like yours. I wonder where you are now and what your hair looks like.
Dear lovely but shabby red Chevy,
Thank you for being able to drive 1,000 miles in one go. I needed that.
Dear colony of daddy longlegs,
This room ain’t big enough for the both of us.