An amateur **** star with a masters in psychology

She was pleasantly astute
also predictably cold
How could she not be?

A high functioning fiction with shattered jaw logic

He picked flowers for a living
blow and citrus extended
Eyes saying the show must go on

She was maybe the safest creature alive

Traversed all cracks with grace
saying she hated pain in all forms
An alien in a cruel world

He was a pusher of high caliber

He navigated traffic like a stop light
savage in his circles
But nobody on his block went hungry

Some people I met in Reno

Some much needed madness after a plane ride stiff with sanity