sit sit sit in the car car car
while Darling pumps gas.
he left her there-- in the front seat--
two legs, a loin, and a breaking heart.
just thinking of him
her rein rained poetry between her legs--
it was the heat.
hot summer-- too hot for making new memories.
she collapsed into old ones.
the smell of gasoline flared her nostrils as she
(
Read more... )