We live in a chicken coop:just enough holes to see the light,just enough room to make us staywithin prison walls — no real windows —all too high up, all too small.
Yosemite.
When you give your heart to a boy, you can only hope that he treats it well, and doesn’t break it…
She smelled of sweat, petrol and lavender. Her husband couldn’t resist this heady mix. She smelled like a woman getting home after a long day’s work, like a woman who mistakenly rolled her car window down while she sat in the jammiest of traffics on the NH8.
Two by two, I, next to youIn this manufactured cool condition.Decked like dominoesForward facing, backward breaking intoAnonymity like the comfortOf an old sleeping Tee.
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