A fly’s shadow obscuring words on a page blurred and bleak and distracting from the voice my voice her voice in my head and the pen leaking to efface erase. Erasure in spilled pink ink. Roll a cigarette generic cliché forget- pout, red-stained lip. Stride irresponsibly into love all too quickly with that pretty voice pretty girl walk uphill, against the wind.
–Art by DML