Tracy Jo Freely climbed a tree one day. A plum tree. The big plum tree at the end of Miro Street."When are you coming back down?" her parents asked her an hour later."Never," said Tracy Jo.Her mothe ... [+]
I muse my bed deep think to the ceiling I hungry the biscuit tin lazy the sofa watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies I worry a text riot emojis laugh and cry and laugh and cry until I'm all wrung out sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open the car door at high speed just to see what happens
