i thought i saw a windmill


hotsau ce
what’s your name again?

I watched pepe le pew again this morning. it was exactly as I remembered
it: a devoted romantic skunk making love.                 does coming back
from vacation always feel like this?

it was just like i remembered. OR   it was just like was

i thought i saw a windmill. out the northeastern window. it was imaginary
or was parallel universe peeping through was Nebraskan lineage knocking 

what was      ...?

my secret weapon: mirépoix. the mixture of onion, carrot, and celery
which makes the holy trinity           of french cooking.