I wrote a poem. Well, I write poems everyday, but I never post them here. I particularly liked this one.. So here. Beautiful hay lazing cracked corn down his shirt popping his buttons and replacing them with hail smirks on his faces and on mine, yet we can't seem to tear them off so we swat all the flies that aren't here in the autumn wind. It's a stunning sort of thing, wrapping your bodies together with green twine and white string, loose straw tucked between your chests. Your laugh is so sudden and shaky and raspy and strong it's very strong and it makes me laugh even harder and the paint is falling off in strips down the barnboards. (by the way the rhyming wasn't intentional. )
