I’ve been digging a trench for overflow water from my rain storage to a nearby swale. I found a clay deposit and have been storing any clumps I dig up so I can process into something I can make into fermentation jars later. I totally had this thought, knowing full well that my father won’t understand anything about what I’m doing, my ancient homos get me.

Your highschool art teacher (not a ghost or an ancestor): CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY CLAY

No, the legs are not phallic enough.