Another fragment from something I wrote that I hope to use one day
***
When we left no one
came to say goodbye
because even the neighbors remembered how many times
we left milk on the porch
to sour.
***
When we left no one
came to say goodbye
because even the neighbors remembered how many times
we left milk on the porch
to sour.
***
posted by Jon Cone at
10:27 AM
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