17 years,
9 months,
17 days

Dillo Fenderson

i cut my finger
on a loaf
of bred

Asuguo

how can an animal
drink this water and
still need a virus to die

Asuguo

climbing a little
in altitude makes all signs
of spring disappear

Asuguo

an indian woman
scratching ice from the windshield
of her car

Asuguo

it's not the speed, it's
the effort I need to reach it
that's annoying

Asuguo

could my
words count
any less

Asuguo

not only does it do the washing
it also makes taking a shower
a real adventure

Dillo Fenderson

My legs hurt, I'm cold
and exhausted, think I'll drop.
I know I'm alive

Dillo Fenderson

a little excercise
feels like two hearts
pumping in my chest

Asuguo