Anonymous
If that squall of semen
strung across your face
slantwise from eye-line to jaw-line
isn’t the signature of
your true affection,
then it’s close enough.
It’s close enough for me.
fiction, nonfiction, poetry
Anonymous
If that squall of semen
strung across your face
slantwise from eye-line to jaw-line
isn’t the signature of
your true affection,
then it’s close enough.
It’s close enough for me.