Because I am never good at beginnings, I write words that never make it from my mind to my mouth. They slither to hide under my tongue, like medicine I pretend to swallow, as I speak words that are mine but never came from me.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
23 - The Negotiation
This is Rebel and my sister negotiating on Rebel's night walk. He's trying to convince her that it's no longer raining and it's safe to take him outside.
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