So, I thought I knew what a dry-spell felt like. I thought I understood the drought I was in. With every intentional thought targeted towards filling the tub, drip by drip, I never was any closer to actually getting my feet wet. I've talked about … Continue reading I Shouldn’t Be Eating This
Month: March 2019
Poetry: Darling Buds of May
I dreamed we smoked foreign clove cigarettes and the wine we ordered was young - '95 and tasted as bitter as our senile thoughts You caressed the cotton skin of your shirt and exhaled the perfumed smoke The whole house smelled of you now and … Continue reading Poetry: Darling Buds of May
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