short essay

That bully and brawn waiving fists with fortitude
you knew him once
with creamy fresh flesh
Oh …and his enchanting toddling steps
those…

My garden rich
no fruit yet come
my eyes so tearful
i can hardly see the sun
shine.
my hands fall empty
my face at…

There is still never, nothing, worth keeping, if it would keep me from you.

His wide palm cups below my ribs, to my slight shiver. The sun-spot of our breasts connect. I become…

I tell greg, go back to the hospital. Ask them to not take her body away. Not yet. Call…

…and not just me, let’s do it for everybody. maybe not at every moment, but often. stop your thinking…