Everytime you arrive I’ve been thinking of your smileAnd everytime you arrive I’ve been thinking of your eyes and how you smell the feeling of your arms around me about conversations on Cy Twombly and The Frye and The Broad and basements of museums and churches and what it was like what happened and whatContinue reading “Everytime You Drive Home I Think of the Color of Your Skin”
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