Hi yesterday. How were you. 

Today I did two shits in two hours.

The sound of bottle caps rolling across the floor. 

I am 

Iamb. 

Lamb for wool, warmth and fodder. 

Doddering new born legs. 

Weak straggling underneath me. 

Shotguns in the dark. 

Smell of powder. Crackling fear. Power and fire. 

What wealth do you have. 

Nothing bright can be put out with such banal vanilla.