i'm dreading packing up my things.
but that's just me getting way too far ahead of myself.
there's other things i could be doing right now-
other than staring out at the melting snow.
running like piss through the parkinglot
into the sewer.
it's been going like that for 3 or 4 days.
i know, i keep checking.
draining away the swampy waters.
leaving a syrupy mess of the grass and the feilds.
like mother nature opened her mouth to yawn
and heaved up all the rotted messy carrion that the earth had to offer.
