Guest And so you sit in bed, after click closing the door on the guest room; forgetting you had ever loved him. And the numbness went on in the armpit of your sleep shirt,
No one knew it would work The train is dropping off a heart, the brown box jitters in the storage rack the leaves on the track slip circle like seeds in molars.
Celia Boydell is a girl who thinks that Hershey’s Kiss chocolates are the turds of glam rock squirrels she keeps a fistfull in her pocket and hangs out in parks.
A line break experiment the day outside is an order and the women walk past like lattes and the sausage dogs in the geraniums and the babies all whitebait