we just went to the farmer's market for lunch and i got all these herbs and lentil bread and a tree and potting soil and then we saw a boy with a typewriter giving out free poems. here is the one he gave us (original misspellings included for flavor):
Lavender and her association with the future:
my hands are dry from winter although it is spring./
my mothers hands are craking./
small italian cracks that run up/
and around and penetrate every /
joint./
do you know what this is?/
there is more but maybe i won't write it all out yet.
ps i don't have a camera so i have to use photo booth just deal with it
