no, I do not know Vanna White
though once we spoke on the phone
she was very nice and ordered
a case of biodegradable soap
though once we spoke on the phone
she was very nice and ordered
a case of biodegradable soap
Her mouth. I’ve seen it tremble. I’ve seen it retreat and advance. I’ve witnessed it smooth sheets and stir coffee.
The mouth is the garden gate, the keeper and teller of secrets.
When she kissed me I believed in haystacks and silver dollars, shark teeth on the beach, Black-eyed Susans.
If she kissed me again I would believe whatever she wants. But she is telling me a story, a new story, one that doesn’t include me.