Pang
What I wanted seems a grubby thing now, content with its little aches, its own filth and paws. Hungry still. Metal pang on tongue rooting blindly. Wanted.
posted by rwgray at
1:14 PM
"This'll turn into something else, but when it does I'll be somewhere else."
- Travis
"but whatever you do, don't
and remember, forget what I said about Watzernaym, miss or hit, she didn't love me
but not in the way I wanted not to be loved, I've had enough
and that's only a start"
- Robert Kroetsch
posted by rwgray at
1:14 PM
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