Through a puff of smoke and the discordant
notes of an amateur piano man, I watch her
sitting alone in a back corner booth,
a candle paints her face, eggshell
eyes like two dead light bulbs. Continue reading
Through a puff of smoke and the discordant
notes of an amateur piano man, I watch her
sitting alone in a back corner booth,
a candle paints her face, eggshell
eyes like two dead light bulbs. Continue reading