I looked down at my hands and saw blood circuits under whorls and bits of bone soaked in water. They flexed and I did not know who or what had made them move.
Truth has no obligation to set you free. You don’t get to pick snowboards over shackles just because today’s reality’s the wrong flavour – that’s not how truth works.
Shrewd old crow Was Ma Haggerty. What she didn’t know about Sexual virtuosity you could’ve scrawled On the inverse of a clitoris With a wedge-nibbed marker.
When Erasmus wept We made our excuses and left The room, then came back One by one to ask: Are you okay? Would you like to talk about it? Come on, mate – you’ll be all right. Back slap