There ain’t no more of me to give to you. Dry as the desert August wind high hopes for Love to quench There ain’t no more of me for you to pick apart Roadside raven plucked and torn There ain’t no more of me to give to you. My life–a shell of broken promises, A … Read more
A vinyl record of Billie Holiday plays while a rust ring tub collects water from the galvanized faucet. The water, too cold to be comfortable, thanks to the building’s hot water supply. It’s as reliable as the drunk superintendent–an ex-navy career guy that drinks himself into a salt & pepper pickle daily and occasionally fixes … Read more