72 words: Natt Spil

I went to hear about her children. Drank whiskey, saw Weedeater & then I was there to meet Nikki who always knows what’s down. I came for her maternal feminism, beyond any wave to number. Jeanette, she carries me with her, often I in my stupor. & we rolled around, guffaws eliciting polarizing reactions, & Mother Jeanette, she gave us PBR & related how her firstborn tugged toward his prismal Sleigh Bells.