you bent me over the pool table when I was fourteen. I don’t know why
the family kept skirting around the issue, resting a turkey atop
the dainty white tablecloth skirt that we hid under
when we were kids and when we weren’t
sure if the hole in the living room window was made from a bullet...
or just dirt.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
you bent me over the pool table when I was fourteen. I don’t know why
the family kept skirting around the issue, resting a turkey atop
the dainty white tablecloth skirt that we hid under
when we were kids and when we weren’t
sure if the hole in the living room window was made from a bullet...
or just dirt.
