The moods were coming and going as moods
do—only faster, and in far greater numbers.
Angry, goofy, weepy, angry again, then
sensitive as a pin-cushion soaked in vinegar
and finally just creepy and dismayed.
I watched the cows moo from my window.
Wes Civilz lives next to a dusty cactus in Tucson, Arizona. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in The Antioch Review, The Threepenny Review, [PANK], Entropy, and The Green Mountains Review. His website is wescivilz.com.
