Dreams of Ceramic toes.
Hear cracks, (Arthritis).
Words fail her.
Barroom floor, let's get up from there.
Cancel order. Go home, work early.
Bas-relief of the soul: the wifi came through.
My sleep was truncated as if nothing sweet ever happened in the early hours of the morning
because that's when we've had drinks and the fucking is deep.
Memories, jpgs, dried cum.
15. Spring sun sprung.