Who Are You and Whom Do You Love?
The woman you were when you left them. The silhouette sorting through your garbage, in search of aluminum cans and […]
The woman you were when you left them. The silhouette sorting through your garbage, in search of aluminum cans and […]
Consider the arching hips, the buttocks squeezed, thrust upward and then pressed to that metal lip, almost sexually. Consider the
There is one street-light in the twenty mile stretch violet kryptonite. We are walking three in a row wax idols as earth melts
It’s not my fault I don’t know any. I can’t tell them apart either. I come from a very traditional
There exists, between the woman and the pads of her busy thumbs, a long running feud caused by her thumbs’
[audioplayer file=”https://admin.rattle.com/audio/OcasioPoetica.mp3″] They laughed when I asked for pancetta, those grocery store clerks. I don’t care. It’s better to be