Tag Archives: Death

My Father’s Amputation on Tuesday


How long can a foot
last when it’s been
two sizes from the start?

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Disney and the Erotic Art of Dying

Joe made plans earwhispering elsewhere with hands in her back bluejean
pockets finding his, his what?, what were we looking for afterall
those barlikely nights?

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