i’m not going to put any longer stories on the internet anymore. the internet is a weird, scary place. if you know me and you want a copy of the quail story, (or you just want to send me e-cards), e-mail me at marneasada@gmail.com.
watching the sun move from under a cedar
a happy satisfaction when,
surprised, opening the blue lid of the tupperware
to find
on top of the salad
the yellow
and green avocado not brown
like the book said it would not be
if she sprinkled lemon juice on it.
