A boy in my English class read us a poemabout living in a crumbling apartment;one full of books that smelled like coffeeand mothballs.One covered in b..
Last Sunday I found an old box of letters in my attic.When I opened it, dead butterflies and mothballs spilled out.There was a torn envelope at the bo..
A returning sailor told me he had a nightmare about wax wings.He said his lover flew to find a home inside constellations.She wrapped Saturn's wrings ..