Museums by Dan Beachy-Quick
This morning, leaping into wakefulness after having been kicked like a dog. Sometimes I can only take so much. Speak the truth, even when your voice shakes — now where have I read that? It's lodged somewhere in my mind,
This morning, leaping into wakefulness after having been kicked like a dog. Sometimes I can only take so much. Speak the truth, even when your voice shakes — now where have I read that? It's lodged somewhere in my mind,