New Works

Have your feet ever fallen asleep while walking? I'm gliding across the edges of this wool carpet with reindeer dancing along the tips of my toes. Bubbling broth of chicken and celery cuts the quiet aside from the secretary, receptionist, therapeutic specialist on the other end of the phone breathing down my neck and I've got enough breath of my own on account of the smoking habit I picked up again on account of self-destructive behavior which leads to the phone call and I've been on hold for an hour now pacing back and forth and up and down and back and forth and up and down and back again.