Septembris 18., 2021

honeybee

17:27 Kathleen Fraser The Baker's Daughter Personal things is all I care about, she said. He wouldn't be personal. That's why I changed hearts. Parts of me ache. But when OUR legs touch I know what WE have in common. We loving two. And pancakes, the joy they bring, is what I wanted to tell most. We made a crack in the wall to whisper through. That's personal. Or the dream, his skin full of blood. You've been crying, I said. I gave him sympathy because I wanted sympathy from him. I thought I was good. But I was lonesome. I woke up full of lonesome. I wanted to be personal. So I lit the oven. She said.

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