Born and bred on Fountain Square sunshine and I-65 exhaust, soft flesh below the fingernails to curb the hunger, acid-rainbow after an ethereal shower, guitars are in the front yard, voices from the sewers.
The sun shakes behind the clouds. Baptized by groove in Strawberry Fields. Communion with the dead. Sunflowers surrounding the tombstone of a beloved cat. Exorcisms in the train yard. Buried treasure deep in the swamps of Neverneverland. Rituals on the playground. Asleep in another's dreams/dreaming her dreams and letting them carry you.
-Landon Caldwell