Friday, October 21, 2016

8770. ONE DAY

One day my best friend's mother died,
on my father's side, a half-sister to one
Bridget Walling. I didn't know anyone
by name. Just aroma. Like cinnamon
on toast, a real royal combination; I
took to calling fissures flush and 
swallows swift. Nothing made  
too much sense any more. My
days in the hole were over.
That's something you
can't ignore.

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