In the garden air simmers. Under the bright tight fitting saucepan lid sky. bruised raspberries lie, meltsoft sweetsharp jewel juices ooze veins wasp...
On the internet I'd told you I sang all the time: out of tune - songs you don't like. Asking me to stay the night, you'd said we could each have our...
I took just two photographs of you, thought when you'd gone looking at them would be like trying to track your warmth from a frost glossy print; that...