This Pile Con/Jur/d, 1/15/2024 This pile of old yellowed glasses declare age in ways these wrinkles and liver spots never could still remember* finding wired frames complete with clinging broken glass next to the sand filled inkwell between discarded bottles cans One Gold Tooth we fought over at a time hi jinks happened in black & white in the Bottle Graveyard where we played archeology the Summer didn't recognize Larry's mother standing less than 12 feet away her face and unsought irritation too blurry.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 1/15/2024