I imagine you as hash under my fingernails.  A heady reminder of the night that was, hard to remove, harder to forget. I come traipsing back to you, like an addict, somehow each time hungrier for more. Your effect lingers, in the way I look at myself in the mirror, in the way I do … More Hash

Tell me

Tell me about your day
about how you took your chai
and whether the cigarette lit up on the first try (…) … More Tell me