wear a watch recycle myself learn to think first get to sleep perfect my laugh listen remember to cry hug trees stop talking start singing (silently...
It is the time of the eggs, when the sickly yolk runs past your knees (thunderclaps are heard caressing in the night) and all the world shrinks into a boiled white of clouds. It is the time of the eggs;
He stands in the light shower, eyes lidded, lashes burdened. It drizzles down his cheek, half turned in the light in this great garden that he almost...