akmed jr and persia m , cozied up in the sunny window, uttering... things. looking out over trash and squirrels and rats and bricks. thinking the unthinkable. preening their feathers.
persia carved her name in my arm as i dozed on the couch, in and out of time, covered in her co- conspirators.
albert desalvo was not the boston strangler and that bothers me to no end. complacency knows no bounds and neither does time.