he feels like (II)

the worn out tongue of an old pair of boots left in the bottom of the closet still covered with the remains of a day’s hard work in the fields of his youth

he feels like

an old shoe box filled with little packs of desiccants covered with dust like the heart of an old sailor who has forgotten the feel of another’s lips

i need a shower

i prefer a warm shower just slightly south of hot just slightly north of cold warm a goldilocks shower but in texas it gets so hot you never really get cold water during the summer the water from the tap is tepid at best the city sends out reports and like to brag that there […]