WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 18th, 2015 by Kimberly Ann Southwick • Cleaver Magazine
the glass of water he breaks after our only night out this week, a slow drown for him at the bar, almost ruins a roll of postage stamps when he comes home and falls down. i am holding his eyeglasses. i’m not even sure how and you move away from him, from us.
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