Because the errant button of yer reality is so much more than just a simple stage curtain, it is a passionate pergola of corporeal longing, a recital for every botched blessing that somehow, like your body creatively configured in hard-right geometrical angles of grace, is still to come.....
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
"sallow" old school tackle box poem shed with loss: what it feels like to hurt enough not to heal all the way
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