in austin til saturday
dad help the dogs got skunked
smells fucking terrible
and there’s a tiny baby scorpion on my bathroom counter.
cool,
mom’s roadrunner is in the courtyard fountain; thirsty bird, stay fast.
have y’all seen my frog?
rodney please don’t leave the trash on the porch the racoons’ll get into it
or Easy, our big dumb dog son
but we love him don’t we
108 degree days make yellow sweetgrass crunch
and at night 3 sets of antlers in her headlights
slow way down at the low-water crossing, they will jump the fence
home, chihuahua’s glad to see you again
gonna be a warm night highs in the upper 70s
dog days still
call me texas call me home
