As Henry Said

As Henry said what could be here is there to him her or that dog with a cocked leg shoulder in oven white rain layers I go on My footsteps tick and tick no stop tock cider and stock for the beast for me as cornered children shout and run skip kick slip playing?... Our bedroom now without the heart I lay with without inamorta Unsterbliche Geliebte The pillows puffed Covers stretched to corners I leave with later We'll be couverts