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 -Martin Burns
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.
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 that never comes, busy busy busy Falling off power lines, smack onto the hot grill … Continue reading Heart on the Grill