The woman who works at Woolworth's/slips a chip of beard into her purse.
There are no signposts here; I can no longer remember the names of my children.
Try tranquil when you notice a stranger blowing on his fingers or the sun’s become obscured or you are rushing to a vanishing point.
if I tell you I need an assault rifle to explode watermelons
I hung in her left eye as if in a fisheye lens.
