Xanadu
 

If I “fixed my nose” like they so often advertise I’d gaze at my reflection 100 times each day Wondering— just who she was. If I “fixed...

Back and forth back and forth. The serrated edge of the butter knife, against fissured bark. White knuckled grip on the excuse for a...

Darkness dampens the valley. Deepening the different routes. As if the abyss of hell itself— Is anchored and pulling The headlight’s glow...