Infant Museum
I awoke in a sweat but the toys were asleep, the noise of childhood faded. I had cut my hair, cut my finger, but couldn’t cut my losses. Time bled, profusely, into the night. Laughter … Read more
I awoke in a sweat but the toys were asleep, the noise of childhood faded. I had cut my hair, cut my finger, but couldn’t cut my losses. Time bled, profusely, into the night. Laughter … Read more