Everywhere I Went That Spring, I Was Alone
Issue #116
Winter 2011-12
In the single room of a bathtub, humming “Love Me Tender” to hear a sullen human voice. Then after, fainting in slow motion to the tile. Succumbing to steam and waking, on my own, drowsy as a rose. Mailing a...
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