Ceteris Paribus Hangs From My Wall and My Heart

Now Show this Violet class your heart and lobby, your quilt and guilty smile and drifter’s flee. Two cursed words, ceteris paribus, hang from my wall, and breath deep within my darkened lungsĀ  that pump thin blood. In, out, about and there and here and such to the repeated shuffle and its chords. Comparison fairsContinue reading “Ceteris Paribus Hangs From My Wall and My Heart”