Blog by Hannah Frank
The subsequent pain left over from the rain has found me in a bubble of blame
languishing in classical music grinning at the moon, drooling like a dog
humming a tune, ravishing a radish, masterfully minding my own business.
Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes Closed for now, the door t...