Month: February 2025

  • It begins to tell at midnight

    If I did itI’d do you firstsparing the next onethe note would read“imagination is a maladaptation” fingernails in the bone ashburied half of youthe women shudderand move on“let go” whips of memory and attentionmolar sharp but twisted necka drug mimics and mufflessurrendering“deal with the harm” If love was believableit wouldn’t need so much evidencethe women…