If I Can

I’m wearing skeleton skin again, while you’re drinking lined-up Kamikazes at a bar, wearing no bra, no napkin or straw. There’s an intern looking sharp, sleek and suited Italian-grey.  That boy has a horse (.…) for a tongue, but still, I’d kiss you, if I could. Your mother, she’s almost my mother, worries I’m too … Continue reading If I Can