...there is the conversation...given in the language of chemical exchanges...
The one that holds fast to my son’s finger lingers a while, a portion of its allotted thirty-six hours spent here under the breath of a three-year-old boy.
...there is the conversation...given in the language of chemical exchanges...
The one that holds fast to my son’s finger lingers a while, a portion of its allotted thirty-six hours spent here under the breath of a three-year-old boy.