At Seventeen - March 25, 2021Gary Hunterhis mange iscovered with her loveand a blankethalf a lip drips saliva both eyes glowdead whiteshe carries him her feet are hisbut I wonderhow many timesin all those yearshe carried her
his mange iscovered with her loveand a blankethalf a lip drips saliva both eyes glowdead whiteshe carries him her feet are hisbut I wonderhow many timesin all those yearshe carried her
Snorers - March 31, 2021snorers are braggarts they say to the sleepless I can even hum a tune while I do it
Donuts at 3 am - March 30, 2021the squeal of rubber rips the silence as a fast driver carves up the invisible night with an extended tortured note and skid marks when...
What a Miracle - March 29, 2021walking out my front door I’m assaulted by the awful stink of thousands of mango blossoms but oh what a miracle when they morph into...
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