Salute to Medusa Friday, August 9, 2002 A carrot in my hand. We can't talk anymore. We can't be alone like two cold sores. So I turn off the faucet and hang my neck. Try to leave the party and reshuffle the deck. My new friend is a wish. A sturdy lap and a smushy kiss. |
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