You've forgotten quite quickly how to enunciate my name.
Everything is secret.
Everything is hidden.
Everything is neatly tucked away; folded and re-folded -a very ambitious pasttime.
Categorize, Darling,
label, and sort -until you know every corner of this closet.
I am so very unsatisfied with clutter.
Know me./
Taste,
and smell...
-some loud sort of noise you've left...
2 comments:
It's not often that I stumble across a blog where the author has decided to admit they have the uncanny ability of sensing a flatus expelled through the bottom of another's body. Your last paragraph says it all.
Ian, you never cease to amaze me...
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