Me duele la nariz

I've been blowing my nose for like, 2 weeks now. It hurts, it hurts,

and the skin around it is raw. There's no such thing as a soft tissue in Spain,

for your mental notes.

"The apparition of these faces in the crowd

petals on a wet, black bough." (In a Station of the Metro, Ezra Pound)

---these words have been running through my mind all day. thank you james longenbach.

and happy birthday dad! I miss you!! 

reaching social security now!

broma!!