July 1

Ignoring a kid's trapped limbs isn't hard on a Sunday.
(Worst case scenario: I watch the TV of your neck a little too long). He sweats the night, not sweetly or soundly, more like the bitch tendencies of the car, naked, new pink...

Dad fell into a bee's nest: it was a letter from the host (as we'd earlier named it)
so much, so long, our steady conditioning. And now airy sense passes into longing and Friday wins.