do you think i could stay here just a few nights– i won’t make any noise– i will bury myself under these woodchips– i will rake the leaves in the morning– i won’t ever use…
Prose, Poetry, and Art since 1956
do you think i could stay here just a few nights– i won’t make any noise– i will bury myself under these woodchips– i will rake the leaves in the morning– i won’t ever use…