Comments about Natasha Deann
5 Generations Gone Wrong
Another glass of milk, another
birthday with the smiles of dusty teeth
quenching for thirst. Pack more tobacco.
Pack more steak. Make us fat—give
us Amish bread.
Maybe we should ride a Harley in the
dark to the barn! As they pump
milk out of the Heifer's breast so
intensly—humbling my every bone. Bourbon