He’s been coughing a lot lately.
And he kind of hopes that it’s something serious.
Like something that could really put him out for a while.
His lungs feel inflamed
and his throat…
it’s scratchy and scaly.
Oh to be hobbled…
or humbled he supposes.
Fucking balance beam.
Fucking broken foot.
Fucking cracked equilibrium.
With a broken face and a chipped stem he went to find the most serene places he knew.
They were all short visits.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 