I was planning to give myself credit for the worst December of the decade but then I thought it might be more interesting to run away with you, living off the landscape paintings you appropriated from your grandmother.
I was planning to give myself credit for the worst December of the decade but then I thought it might be more interesting to run away with you, living off the landscape paintings you appropriated from your grandmother.
At first all I could smell was wet reindeer, but as we ascended the air got colder and stars became purer. You put an arm across my shoulder and said, “The night sky is filled with launch windows and I have you, the widow I once lunched with.”