I’ve been off on holiday, and a bit of work in an awkward paradise. There were no strippers; just beautiful people, places, goats, birds, dogs, roaming horses and mules, cats and fish. There was sun and a warmth so comfortable, I dreamed at night. Colorful lizards hung along the walls and porch columns. I watched the dance of predator and prey, vaguely happy the moth didn’t get eaten while I stood there, and somewhat disappointed the lizard went hungry. I swam nude in the warm joy of the Caribbean slivered moonlight.
screaming at low volumes
