Wed ding

love and death and check out lines

There has been so much rain we are choking on plants and spun in the waters. Things are moist. The air is wet. Personally, I revel in this pulp. It feels like flowers are fat and everywhere: weddings and garden parties and night breezes and prairies shouting. A weedy purple something wafts and challenges the smell of barbecue as we wait for our food …