If I Had Words
i would linger over a particular vowel, the name of a lover or just a loved one. and across the consonants like each vertebrate on the spine i would drag my fingers across
Last Year In Marienbad
there’s no going back. and no point.
i would linger over a particular vowel, the name of a lover or just a loved one. and across the consonants like each vertebrate on the spine i would drag my fingers across
there’s no going back. and no point.