The heart is a broken record, a botched detour, a scallywag, a scab. Mourning does not rescue or provide an exit. The slender apple
The heart is a broken record, a botched detour, a scallywag, a scab. Mourning does not rescue or provide an exit. The slender apple
The Weber is grill still, front teeth cracked, spilled legs airing indecently on the flagstone a mark of last week’s violent spent wind our
Dog’s footprint in the muddy sidewalk here where the slab has shifted and sunk a miniature alluvial plane has grown I take yellow bucket
