bonafide

....a train lowing What does it mean, to low?in a star-plucked field, This is pretty, but it means very little, besides perhaps "separated from fate". But judging by the fact ...

She took her raisin hands and brushed coiled scars and barbed curls from my hitchhiking eyes. "Destination is always nowhere in a hurry." Peddlers whistle so fast only dog's ears ...

Metal fork, sick yellow. Scrambled eggs sprinkled with salt, the critique at the tip of your tongue. The topic is so direct that you are hidden behind your wall of ...

Dark matter clouds the synapses that once allowed you to love me. I used to sit on the rim of your glasses as we drank constellation wine, connecting dots in ...

Green lights or red lamps, lava or black apples -- 473 ways to look pretty and the taste of fresh fiction on your tongue. Happiness whirs on a color wheel, ...

You're burning the cigarette down to the butt this week, allowing cinders to fall on our shoes. flicking three weeks of sparks from your therapy session at my shaking silhouette ...

You handed me a cracked beer bottle, caked in dirt, and ran course fingers through your hair. Everything about you has been rough lately, like sandpaper, like your half-bitten nails ...