Poetiq

California. That's where I'm going. I hear you can take back what you've said in those parts. ...who are we anyway?

dumb ode* to the sun, for Mr. Rodger

dumb ode to the sun:
the sun is a monster
it could swallow us whole
it likes us with pasta
and it cures our colds

*note: i wrote this for a picture caption... it isn't really an ode