Erika Russ

Somewhere in the West that doesn't exist

I watched a tiny child run after the boar to save another. The black
stallion was free. "Please remember to come back here." I want the peace of the
mountains and the freedom of naivety. A time existed when pollution was
minimal and clarity had a scent. A time when catching a boar was a success.


My pet fish on a stick keeps dripping water. I always forget about
the sea trapped inside. I promise to never hold you upside down again. Nor will I
doubt your ability to embarrass me with carpet catastrophes!

"Now, may I come in?"

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