squashed between good looks and common sense in some train carriage or other the sway of bodies and hers not like it was not a single portion she’s proud of but rumbled in there with the others anyway a bag of cells, a bag of cells says the train she thinks of that puddle with … Continue reading What a Way to be a Woman
to know is to think you know to doubt is to leave space like a fallow field - the ploughed earth resting quietly beside the baying cows
It skitters in It flitters out And sometimes it takes a piece. An extra piece of me and chews noisily on the doorstep. Slurping and munching. It sux that I can't even kick it... my confidence.