Don’t tell me about your unrequited love the one you’ve been pining for I’ve heard that shit before. Spare me
These days, Under-the-weather is the new normal. Yes, I get out of bed But only for very good reasons: Peeing,
The way the plovers cry goodbye.The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.The way
I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piledon both sides of the table, paper stacked
