Because Last Night Was Friday Night
April 7, 2018Because last night was Friday night I had to search to find a quiet place and when I found it I wanted to leave it though I wasn’t even working off a mean gin drunk.
Because last night was Friday night I had to search to find a quiet place and when I found it I wanted to leave it though I wasn’t even working off a mean gin drunk.
These bodies look like they were pancake mix that, when poured on the skillet, turned out to look sort of human.
As earth began to shed the snowy clouds of death and slumber, as darkness ebbed within the solstice, you slept in my dark womb,
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Shirley is the punch line who holds the joke while we wait like pieces on a game board in the line that wanders from the classrooms, through the halls,
One hour of a particular day, like a sudden flu it descends upon you the first time. You could not have known.