archives for Sunday 8 April 2007
saint jude
Sunday 8 April 2007 | I like a cookie
Wake to grey migraine, to remember. Peel back the postage stamp to see no secret message, scour each page for whatever it was him hoping I might read. He wrote a man becalmed, enisled; I gauged his midlife thickened and more blunt than mine, yet had no business judging. Late snow outside blights early apple [...]
