Keeping her secret prescinds love, but sometimes she loves so hard.
I write her a sestina in my head.
figured it was a type of poem
The jazz lady performs her ablutions.
I've definitely seen this word before but totally spaced on the meaning (I guessed "rituals")
I take your parents to the lighthouse, I do. There is nothing but September fog to cover our shame, and your father laughs just like you, at the opacity. I want to eat the laugh, I want to rub it on my chest like camphor, I want to make a sound tattoo. I also want to bash these two small people tog…
[...] The doctor says if you were so quote perfect for me unquote you'd probably still be around, no offense.
