“often we pay homage to appropriate moral sentiments while our real feelings drift elsewhere.”

then what do you remember? the uncut elephant grass in your backyard? how it made you see green when i let you fondle my breasts? white as winter. “they’re so white they’re blue,” you said. or maybe it was someone else who said. when it comes to memories mammaries things are as slippery as, you’veContinue reading ““often we pay homage to appropriate moral sentiments while our real feelings drift elsewhere.””