Husbands with children are sherpa lost in a blizzard on slippery ice where the air is thin blood vessels leak and ghosts begin to beckon Advertisements
Sometimes things just snap
Almost got to touch you, tonight. Caracal… you purr. Cat. Nails. Some light scratch. Tail slipping through grass. Almost got to touch you.
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It’s a bitch that spits, bites and claws – this thing that lumps us into rooms together. I know people who move side by side all the time, parallel, never meeting, don’t touch to chat married, Squirrels squirreling nuts for a winter … Continue reading
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