Your scapula is a fin, The way it cuts. My palm is snow on a drumlin. The […]
Michael Pontacoloni
The eyes open to the cry of my neighbor, who is loudly having sex. Her emphatic affirmative […]
Your scapula is a fin, The way it cuts. My palm is snow on a drumlin. The […]
The eyes open to the cry of my neighbor, who is loudly having sex. Her emphatic affirmative […]