for Jill Cichoski
One bit of the swing chair's space is suddenly displaced by another's.
The cane aches as sweaty bodies sink in the sway
Talking up the marshal bits of love and love
And it smarts.
For once in a generation you walk past the coyote cage
And don't wish to be like that thing.
Name That Trauma:: Reader Lorraine: on a Lady Running Around Screaming While Burning Alive - This has been driving me nuts. It’s been practically forever, and I still cannot find what movie this scene was from. It’s the only scene I remember from t...
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