Nouns Fists behind spine full of breath, he sat and longed for things soft places dry girls like that Girl, who he wanted to act in love with gentle nods at dim tables made famous by Hands, what he would do smiling at her every morning at the fountain rounding out ideas of three things he knows Best, where he could make mourning shot elderlies, his blood relative real in the sunshine at the Cemetery, grease dripping from every thought he ever gave Her. 4/11/2014 |