08-12-2024, 08:01 AM
Making and Unmaking Beautiful Memories at a Nashville Waffle House
Dusk,
be still, my sundae—
don't rush,
or be rushed,
or fall for the ploy
to pinch our thirst
from boozing.
I want to be rearranged into
neat little stacks of 1955 to 1989
Dusk,
be still, my sundae—
don't rush,
or be rushed,
or fall for the ploy
to pinch our thirst
from boozing.
I want to be rearranged into
neat little stacks of 1955 to 1989
