placement of the lamp on motel room dresser is bolted down too
Time ticks even when I grab its hands nasty thing, even when I take out the battery the moon shiftless shift ticks me off through hours. Sleep seems to have the sweet black and cream left on the bottom of the hot cocoa mug rim like cartoon eyes defying every normal logic that commands sleep. […]
day’s little death in the east hidden behind sleet-snow curtains
day little death in the east hidden behind sleet-snow curtains
M-mm, steaming water tea-stained cup before the bag dunk scented as if steeped better one on rack?