of the 39,749,303,473-day black and white
photography challenge. challenged by no one.
don't try this at home.
i wake up
in a loft above a glass shop, sun brilliant but
sodden behind damp blanket of fog in
stillaguamish valley bottom.
cow manure and toxic trash fire smoke caress
your nostrils, listen close for the oceanic
throb of not-so-distant interstate.
this place is overrun by slugs and caterpillars
and tiny black spiders that portend tomorrow's
remorseless assassin drones.
the evangelical neighbors have five kids and
counting, big twin american flags flap behind a
speeding pickup. gunshots.