Monday

rotater

especial Jill carried her rain with her wherever she went, as toothsome as the sky.

Mona is her canon. Breaker of the stuttering mimicry , jewels baked for every vendor. Carry on in her willfull package. A song to ding along her cherries and throng the . The boy looked at the steer . The cow saw rain.Not pig grunt on the yuletide of timebecomings.

Fanny lies beside them. In her dented palm. She lift up to her mouth. In her mouth he walk. down the swallow of her throat. Calm as any rain.