Don't get laid enough.
Don't get laid enough.
There is nothing else to love.
—Louise Glück
There is nothing else to love.
—Louise Glück
"...she says a poem
where nothing impossible happens in it, just the truth,
and I say OK and put her in this poem and she sprouts
forty two robin wings down her neck and back and legs..."
"...she says a poem
where nothing impossible happens in it, just the truth,
and I say OK and put her in this poem and she sprouts
forty two robin wings down her neck and back and legs..."