Tilt, then, gerbil wheel— I will put you right again ev’ry time you fall. Outside, car’s passenger seat finally clean—too late now.
The wave breaks and the sads wash over me. But they don’t stop there. The sads keep on going until they hit San Francisco and Los Angeles. Before long even the highest graffiti is covered in sads. Business offices are flooded with sads. The yellow legal pads of lawyers and novelists are drenched. There areContinue reading “The Sads”