Dis 28, 2017

Romblon, Romblon


Discussion is the satyr part of valor. “Nothing matters” drifted to “nothing should” in the manner of a calf sliding under fabric. Hung, limp against a rail. Wiser now and empty-handed, can they look each other in the face, greet, go cabling out separate buckets? Pillowcase (n.), is two parts air to one part lumber. Skin wrinkled rose, a crease of the cheek retaining powder, some residue of milk. Folded for such express purpose. Which may imagine walking away from a night? Hate / seeing you like this. However else it was granted this one would grow.