September 2008
1 post
Without Reflection.
You fucked me last night, or at least you tried to… just prior to that thinning sound of helicopter spinning overhead like cicada tied by thread nailed hard into heavy earth and the monkey alarm clock.
I broke into your house while you were away — to leave a letter, but your bald-headed, couch-crasher walked in on me asleep upon your floor… I’m not sure...