The Difference Between Lonesome & High Lonesome, Part 3Jen Tynes
My safety is a drop sheet, glass of water gone spooky. When I come back to myself the window is not open, the piece of meat in the freezer has a blood- red honey. Interior flowers back the plastic arm rests, tussle at the buttonhole. To reflect on the skin of a carton of milk. I am going to tell you what line to feed the missing when they call.
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