Today is the only day left

This isn’t about holes in 60 denier tights that have nestled moth balls through 9 month nights repudiating Texan heat with fierce hopeful yarn no, this isn’t about them, that, flotsum nor the tangles in your hair from making love unexpectedly, listening, late to emigrate birds cooing as your skin turns from gold to lemon, … Continue reading Today is the only day left