by Brad Hawkins » November 14th, 2017, 8:51 am
Get with the times. Since this post was active, the word has become “cohort”.
The silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe. A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee. She says "My body is the life; my body is the way." I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet.