In a small cottage overhanging a cliff, a shrill screech echoed in the mist. A small girl lay awake in … More
Tag: writing
My parents were surgeons and I talked to furniture
I grew up alone in a big house,
And my parents weren’t always home-
they were surgeons you see-
and I talked to furniture.
My parents came and went
and when I asked if I could go-
they said:
“no, this is what big people do, maybe
when you’re older.”
They were surgeons you see-
and I talked to furniture.
Thoughts 1.20.19
I always say I’m going to write more and I apolagize and then I don’t write again for like a … More