we left los angeles sunday morning, entered palm springs around 1pm. the silence is dry in palm springs. mountains of rocks. it wasn’t very warm. the wind effortless. greetings, happy parents. and soon, under the guise of a conjecture, by way of my mother’s voice, rosa has a boyfriend, hides away, doesn’t want to make me feel single. i don’t think so. she cancelled because she’s a lunatic. i love her but she’s a lunatic. we snacked in the kitchen. i know, i am a ray of sunshine.

imp kerr, shines like gold