Please Don’t Leave Me, by Jaret Ferratusco - Powell’s Books: http://t.co/KfEj0Vg
Feeling dizzy and cold from the car ride through the hills, I sat by myself in one of the booths at the diner, almost too sick to order.
Tonight’s funeral for the barber’s daughter will be postponed due to rain, but the after-gathering at the mortuary is still set to happen.
After a private conference in the lobby of a locked building, spent 2 hours sweeping medicine up from the floor. Very little daylight left.
The skin of the brow creases, encouraging grave hell of perception; I have never been, will never be, aren’t, okay, with this awful feeling.
One little lonely fox.
Anger and redemption, following these things all over the place in opposite directions.