Conjugating Opposites

Body: mismanaged carapace of was. You’d be better as a constellation, ignoring light years of interstellar bric-a-brac. You could be Hammer Muted by Shirt Sleeve or Sleep Trip-Wired with Trumpets. If I could remake you, I’d shape the maker’s image. Adam’s apple like a fistful of Tuesdays. No more chin music. Once new eyes adjusted, […]