7 hours ago
Most Wonderful
In 1994 I met the perfect man
at Nordstrom: he was dressed in battle colors, ruddy
palms the size of shovels, handlebars as white as snow
around his laughing mouth. Dancing in his glasses
I saw every kind of chocolate. When I fell
into his lap, he told me I was good.
In 1994 I met the perfect man
at Nordstrom: he was dressed in battle colors, ruddy
palms the size of shovels, handlebars as white as snow
around his laughing mouth. Dancing in his glasses
I saw every kind of chocolate. When I fell
into his lap, he told me I was good.