what the hell?Dream vapor clings, fried egg reality. I blink pie crust from my eyes. Conscious and not high enough, I fumble through the utensil drawer for a joint. Finger joint, knuckle bone, fill the stock pot, migraine on simmer. Add mushrooms. Throw in an orphaned sock, a lost earring. Solo journey to technicolor awareness […]

Awake and Mostly Sober – Rachael Z. Ikins