The Rabbit Hole

Down that street. The big house, teeming transmissions of penciled degrees from paper thin ‘pedes, has basic nature themed accommodations. Mud wiped under feet. White fresh carpet steamed and obvious windows certainly so I walk on hands. Here’s a photo I can’t hold. Denver on rental skis on stolen snow a sneaky crook took (much later it snowed). Pencil thin frames. Too much foundation. Here’s more in the kitchen. A pumpkin on the counter top hands over a knife. I open a door then I carve through a window. Snow hasn’t stopped, but Cinderella (who’s a lunatic) undressed before one (still) looks pretty thick. 12/17/2018