Every drawl of my huskiness, and every flex is snapped into its rightful place, not as the demonstrable evidence of man, no. It is, the connectedness of my body to the soulish devices that have been there, all the while, and hadn’t had a palette.
I used to be terrible at peeling oranges. The skin would end up hacked off in a chop session and I’d have to eat my oranges with big gashes in them..a very messy affair. It’s not that he ever volunteered, because it seems he took pleasure in peeling my oranges for me, but one day … Continue reading Life and Oranges
I must give up the pride of showing you what you’ve missed out. I show up everyday just to show you in every way, this is what you’ve said no to. You turned aside and didn’t see how lovely, my bright blues could haunt you. If you’d only have looked at me for just one … Continue reading Sunly
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