There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on Earth, you tell me, lying on a towel sifting through quartz, calcium
I want to read the love lines in your blackwatch plaid and kiss the cracks in your hard hat like a snake tongues the
How much more grounding could this place be?—round rock, polished paths narrowing between ditches, culminating in a pyramid of ten balancing sticks—one more than