Holidays are the
icing on the cake.
The buttercream.
Bad times in our lives
swallow kindnesses.
The hurting ice.
Water droplets lose
heat to the March air.
The freezing point.
Discarding old shoes
is a snapping step.
Icicles melt.
Here, invisible pollen is scratchy. Tissue strips around my nose are affected. I walk the dog in histamine’s shadow. By fields that are...
I will return to the Stockholm ship and do my bit to protect it (and I will recall that I emit 75 watts of body heat). I will keep in...
Chuckling at your double refraction of light, I admire your rhombohedral habit. Your clothes. Your scarlet red spanks. Like the inner...
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