I can’t sir. I am not prone tonight to eat heaving and Sounding out sloppy syllabic English. Sisyphus gave blood I heard yesterday Helping out our cause at the five and dime. When outnumbered run faster, he remarked Wiping his brow and tossing aside a bead from his neck. Colors streaking and bleeding while Ten… Read More Cantcer
Reference me darling but never laughing. Take cover – Mine a degree no matter how, brute force? Over Your walls held up with all your might, Turned into what’s more – a mere apple bite! How rich. On what became my paper you stopped and read The parallel shelves, my hand tight and contorted. You… Read More Graph Paper Plate
Brunch. Sex. A drive. Shop for antiques. Take in a movie. Chilly out? I got sweaters and coats! Sex. Nap. Dinner. Goodnight. That was then. Get going about 11. Take pills. Put on clothes. Determine whether or not my energy level allows for an outing. Decide to stay home. Make brunch for husband. Sit down.… Read More Cancer: you don’t know shit from Shinola
Regret knitted into loose conversation wraps me,
Dragged by a fisherman’s net, casually tossed over the lee.
Splayed, filleted, pocketed and oversteeped:
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