alpine type stereo. glaring sunbeam reflection. ideas vibrating. reaching for my pen. write:

an idea of cruelty to me is to ride up on a car with ‘student driver’ placards plastered to all four sides. get real close. and upfront-personal like a hoe and pitchfork in the garden. give them the feeling of the heart’s farming every spring’s plough stop in their track like a woman pissing in a john deere. shock. surprise. a soaking wet liner. sprinkled by words. my words? but i’m only a designer…

sweet whispers to her back. then next to her. as if i were. rubbing her…

it was a middle-
aged indian

lady

with an asian

man

instructor.
oh, lord

protect her

and

forgive
me.