It was another muggy Midwestern summer in 1982. Cornfields were already as tall as a man and the country air stank of pig shit. At least…
“You’ve really never done this before? Todd whispers, stripping off his t-shirt while crab-walking around the hedge that bordered the pool.
Here where the waves smash against the end of time:Whipped cream on the black sea, jewel drops flyingand falling back, the breathing of the world…