March 2010
6 posts
late afternoon rain on a south philly awning. it...
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somewhere there is a photo of your little self and my little self with our haircuts standing sternly in the snow. we are wearing vests and we have very little to worry about at this point in our lives.
there is an elephant in my throat. around its eyes there are divots dry from the salt of its sadness. it wraps its trunk around my tonsils and pulls down like a bell. when the bell pulls the ...
