NAPOMO, day two

phone calllicking panic off my lips     uttering the               swollen words I wish i'd said when I talk         to youi'm always stiff as yesterday's cake I sit here and eat the       silencelike sky and caramel we've rotted in this embrace and now you spend time     cursing in the corner         and looking up at the                  ceiling as if it has all … Continue reading NAPOMO, day two