Summer’s last hope on the edge of the window screen: the roach who flits his wings and tries, higher, then lower, to get through.
Summer’s last hope on the edge of the window screen: the roach who flits his wings and tries, higher, then lower, to get through.
The woman lying under the tree was once a spider whose slight movements speak the history of appetite. The lovers in the movie theatre
for Nohemi Friends: I apologize for addressing you all at once like this, and for not calling or writing a letter. Remember, talking: that’s
