Blog by Hannah Frank
I pictured two people
behind my closed eyes.
I hung out with them as they ate a nice dinner
and stared into each other's vibe.
I watched them take each other home,
their reflections flashing in the big glass windows
as they walked.
There is no proper time to make a proper edit to this page of life No sentence unscathed which behooves itself to avoid run-on No gerund to ...