That fake *** hungry ****. I think drug dealers are morally deplorable but I'm writing this high. Here's where we are when curious. He had an eagle's talon tattooed outside of his thumb and forefinger. Eyes a blue I had never seen before. The way he sat like a delicate flower. Legs crossed effortlessly. I just need something. To talk to a friend.  My credit is getting worse. I've got no plan or idea but am wriggling a bit. I feel good, I really do. Just buckets of tears. I have to look again. I wish I had the strength to shake it all off and to forget what I felt. It was so pure it was blasphemous.

Chaos moves like a breeze.

Loved starved and bruised. I still don't know what happens upstairs at those places. Mind and rough *****. Not getting up before two. The aches and pains of elevated age. Crispy fallen leaves. If something great before the winter. They got kids in cages and I don't know how to feel.

She said she had boundaries. Told me about the ***. Lied about it later. Not that it matters. She knows she's entertaining. I appreciate the break in monotony. We're both out of smoke. He left for four hours, no, five. His little daughter was there. Said he'd be right back. The last dude stole an old lady's change and had a penchant for catching wild animals from the back ditch. One other dripped sweat and yelled for hours from the night to the early morning.

Nothing to do but clean. Smoke joes. Drink flavored coffee at three. Watch episodes of women in prison. Glide tubed lubrication across my lips. Glance at the clock. It is 5 here. My elbow is dry from leaning on it. I want to say hey, come and read this. I've captured a moment! There is no one here. Dishes are *****. Red bean and rice bowls stink filled with water three days ago. Knives with peanut butter. Cheese wrappers. Loose fallen curls across the sink and in corners. Dead cockroach. A noticeable ring in the tub.

She said they had morning ***. Mulled over with me past memories of better lovers. Worried about telling her business. It was hot again. With beads of sweat above my lip and on the side of my face. An ant crawled to my knee. Crushed saltines sat lonely near the porch. My hair does not cooperate. I spent a dollar and some to chat an inmate. Sent a photo.

She poked the alligator with a thin stick. Just enough to annoy it. A drunk man with a camera asked if he could take pictures of us. We both smiled. Posed a little in our chairs. He was from Northern Alabama and went on about a restaurant neither of us knew. There was heavy humidity. I had a sweat salt mustache. The back of my head was wet.