
Translucence
The print man is my friend. We have whispered conversations about paper stock over the phone. He speaks with a lisp. I’ve never seen…
Read MoreThe print man is my friend. We have whispered conversations about paper stock over the phone. He speaks with a lisp. I’ve never seen…
Read Morefor Daisy I kissed your face, and it tasted good until it didn’t. Or, I wasn’t tasting it any more, so it tasted…
Read MoreThere’s this guy on the metro, rolling his eyes like back to the white, like he could be dead any minute now. And he’s…
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