08: October 2015 #14 - comfort
Authored by Samantha Silverman
comfort
by Samantha Silverman
the television writhing hums a midday incantation. What I have lost behind the sweaty glass or the weeping coil of a blurry mattress cannot be measured out into tiny spoons and poured into the obesity of a plastic mixing bowl. This (this!) is what I have found frothing at the edges of an itchy lip that breaks at the murmur of a fading laugh track