At Iowa, They Write Poems About Bees; At Alabama, They Write Poems About Cockroaches

Most of your dreams are boring.

A red herring. Or, a trout.

The Bible doesn't really, you know, flow.

That bar-b-que made us all out of breath.

She's trying to make it look easier than it really is. And I'm trying to make it look harder than it really is. This is the real difference between the two of us.

You don't even know what I'm talking about.

My landlord, his son, and me vs. the not-entirely dead bat.

The most engaging part of taking your pants off?

Homeopathy for dummies.

All my favorite people, I hated them the first few times we hung out.