Across my path last night you flew:A cocksure, giggling, half-drunk messThe smokescreen of a hidden you,unstable in your awkwardnessI grimaced as you spilled your drink,and played the slack-jawed sort of blokewho likes to say, but seldom thinksand jabs his way...
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This is a love story about a girl. Someone I thought stupid at first. Based on her appearance, that’s all. The wide-eyed look, big mouth. Lips red as a fire-engine. She looked like she’d believe anything.Her name was Anna. I was...
Other people’s lives are brighter than my own.Smart people tell me I shouldn’t think that way, but it explains why I scavenge in secondhand bookstores. Finger with care what someone has once read. Foxed pages, awkward inscriptions, a journey bookmarked...