Naked as a Cooking Bean Flying to the Sun
A love poem for David from days gone by
I don’t know and I don’t care
if you’ll find me here
sitting in my underwear
or naked as a cooking bean
flying to the sun.
I don’t know and I don’t care
if you’ll find me here
sitting in my underwear
or naked as a cooking bean
flying to the sun.
Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.
Memoirist-in-progress. Love + Courage = Love Evolution. Creativity Fiend. Goofy by nature. https://aimeegramblin.medium.com/membership