081313 #copperhead I'm probably going to get a sunburn. There's a crashing in the foliage over my left shoulder, but it's not him. It's so dumb that I'm even thinking that. Did you ever sit near a road, waiting for a certain person to come pick you up, and it's getting dark, and each new spray of headlight over the hump in the road is definitely them, and then each time it's not? How retarded, to be sitting here on the ass-curve of the aft bench of a stupid loomie, feeling like that when a fucking squirrel misses his branch and crashes into a mess of sumac leaves. Scamper, scamper, he hides his embarrassment with quickness. I hide mine with chucking a pebble into the shallows. It settles in among its billion brethren, a pebble again at last. Hey, if pebbles weren't meant to fly, it tells the river bottom, *then I wouldn't have.* And then it forgets. Water flows by overhead, and sunshine and starlight over that, and that's all that happens to it again for a billion years.