I sit on other people’s porches and Here’s What Scares Me
I sit on other people's porches originally published in John's collection "dig it"
Nearly Weeping Outside
“…And I should love you the more because I mangled you
And because you were no longer beautiful
To anyone but me.”
-The Love Song of St. Sebastian
T.S. Eliot
Lining...
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