Stucco. Back-deck barbecue with household members only. iPhone photos of this place, but before all this, with Chardonnay.
No two bedrooms under 500 K.(Vancouver, you're not that special.)
Talk of off-roading
strollers. Alaskan cruises were always a bad idea, weren't they? High School hairdressers are sure taking a hit. (Look! Main street sunset
a stirred cocktail, cedar tree, blueblack Grouse
Mountain's necklace of empty double diamond
ski runs at dusk.) Look at this. (No one looking, they're sick of your face).
The last blueberry pie from Wholefoods. Whole Salmon, previously frozen.
Diamond rings, are pawn shops open still? Ripping up the carpet, why the fuck not? Curtains open, we need to keep them open.
Do I want a Korean girl in the lower, practicing her violin? May as well and she needs good people right now.
We probably can't flip it now. (No. Look at this.) Nothing. New apps.
A raven eating mussels from the neighbour's garbage.
What is the sum of 5 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.