Interlude

Interlude ‘We keep falling like spiders’ she said to Simon, this breaks’ no more than a free fall. Three weeks later Simon makes a map of all the conversational clauses

Privit

‘I don’t fight, I quarrel with questions’
Cherry

Strain

I imagined combing his egg head looking for teaspoon smacks.

THE IMMORTAL MISS JUDE - PART 2

FRIDAY. 8:53 AM.

Fools and love

Fools and love the question burns, chicken, egg the answer. For it seems they come combined, the dance within the dancer.
Cherry

Prima Vera

Prima Vera Bit of a slut Spring fag ash catkins hanging down slatterns mud everywhere in her unswept house buds hanging over fences , curlers about to bloom promiscuously

Ten Dead Girls

...a dead girl to be found on every corner.

A tale of two vagrants

Lamid's home was anything but sweet.

A Wishing Well

I dreamt of you as a wishing well that dried, not one with an old bucket and a crumbling wall, more like that fountain that you find in Rome but saw it empty, derelict, exposed,

LEZZIE-ASON CHAPTER SEVEN

"Darling, I'm going out!"

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