Joylene was roused.
Her heart hasn’t had a work out since 1974.
I left her sitting on the bare floor of the side
veranda catching the last rays of autumn.
no knickers
drinking tea
sun
warmed cement
warmed her cunt
too hot.
Surely we are all mad people, and they "whom we think are, are not" The Revengers Tragedy
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