Who?
A voracious bowl and keen spoon.
What?
Sei la Vie, baby.
When?
I am dying for- and terrified of a forced sabbath.
I am dying for- and terrified of a forced sabbath.
Where?
Fraying my passport to find the Brooklyn of every city.
Why?
You're all I need to get by.
How?
Right now there are stacks of bricks in the living room. Soon, they'll be my long-awaited dream of an exposed brick wall; but, I'm most excited about mixing the mortar, hearing the resolute scrapes of the trowel, and the stacking--brick by brick.
Kick Assonance: July 6
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