Dalmatian: Hungry, Stumbling Down Gravel

by Joseph Goosey

I want to read lines of knifing to the public and be selected as a major contributor to the outpouring of disease. A nice day, yes? She says. What if it's not a nice day? What if I want to see the sky open up, unclasp it's filthy hole, and unload last night's Mexican dinner all over each of our foreheads? No altering, no white-out in the drawer. You're not allowed to disagree.