Drove a grieving friend
to the liquor store
and admired the baptists in white.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Vacuums
She had bad dreams. Bad enough to wake her at four in the morning and leave her glazed in the direction of the clock, motionless, wondering about the grisly capacities of her subconscious.
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