blairthat good Virginia clay on my knees would make me forget I was a girlI grew up on a pipestem. A finger of suburbia that pointed towards a forest that drew the county line. That’s where our little blue house…Jan 10Jan 10
blairhe’d say God wore blue suede shoes and tasselsMay 2015, counterpointed free verseOct 17, 2023Oct 17, 2023
blairSlip-knots around my fingers but save the fourth one on the left.April 2015Oct 17, 2023Oct 17, 2023