Barbacoa Indoors - Eric Larsen - Bog

Query if we're alive or dead. Check the credit union roofing and dial tone, night buoys, body's carbon copy. Pension signature of my body, your blood numbers station combusts in a house; a corner house. 737 dumped its fuel on us. Night ketosis blooms dead pilots of Everest and left behind a thimble. Phantom index finger taps your phone number again- I remember everything we bought. Laid down heart attacks in glued beige, rolled out lichen. Brushed a windshield with baleen
knuckles. Went back to the first apartment. Second.