Though you sit on my head like a wonky walnut shell, tilted always at an unfashionably rakish angle, though you wobble, bobble, and bang against the granite, when I pull myself up beneath a roof, I ha… more →
these small thingswrote 5 months ago: Though you sit on my head like a wonky walnut shell, tilted always at an unfashionably rakish angle, … more →