Saturday

flingo



Egregious gown and the calling . wait a hand a hamadryad whispers her perching to reach age's mist . and the lover talks . and then, the mothers come. chattering of hope and vanity . and her beauty loves me. A nice line a nice line Franny and all of your goose bumps go up.


Jill gives a half look under the slack of hair dryers and love's authority. If that half look is love's boast then she's duffed pride to its suffering hide maturing the thought and blanking out her cockamamie grief.

Mona buys harlequin. Tufted to love's primrose and promised by white light melting butter.

None know better her jeweled cap and restless cadence of . Lips and forsworn to the storm.