I’ve always loved the water.I could swim for hours on end,Until my hands would age,And my lips would turn purple,While others stood…
Regrets drip in the back of my mind,All the time, like a broken faucetNo matter how tightly I turn,It keeps on leaking just the same.
The gallery opens. Inside: dark walls and spotlightsDisplays arranged next to one another, all empty,And yet, one…