He hated the sound of indrawn breath
Despised air rattling through fleshy tubes
He was only ever at his best
When the heat was on
When the cards were down
With oxygen in short supply.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Fatherhood
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1 comment:
I like, esp the fleshy tubes... kinda gross n cool at the same time.
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