Paul Boccaccio

this intersection by the highway redefines the cardinal directions: uhaul trucks, a motel, a checkers, a cemetery

some parent behind me has exhorted his offspring to “leave me the fuck alone, I’m trying to sleep, goddamn.”

chirpy narrator is now forcing her mother to pose her like a doll while she whines about the current dearth of snacks

@OhLeahDarling lead them to victory

we are driving alone over bridges through dense fog, no lights anywhere. the toddler next to me is narrating our journey in chirpy Spanish.