will I float away, like that balloon that slipped from a clammy hand in a grocery store parking lot?
seeping in around the edges and
corrupting every thought
my life history in relationships to start off, I was a ham as a kid. a HUGE ham. everyone loved me. and I’m not just talkin’ when I was too little to remember, either. I’m talkin’ from about the age of three to about the age of seven. and men, especially, thought I was the […]