If you have no body, no flowers will arrive.

If you have a pulse you can do more than feel her presense.

Not a cat.

Still my hero.

It is not a joke, and yet talking heads speak with talking hands, with new books and boxes of news. The reader dear reader is protesting for a good nights sleeps as words and images with messages make fury about nothing.

Can I make a better world today? Lord I try, but the world seems like a slug that is both drunk and stoned.