Meaning in the Middles
Kelsey Lasher
My son won’t eat the center of cucumber slices. I’m not complaining, I mean, he’s eating a portion of cucumbers and beggars can’t be
My son won’t eat the center of cucumber slices. I’m not complaining, I mean, he’s eating a portion of cucumbers and beggars can’t be
He’s looking at me with that look in his eyes, the one that holds the monsoon. The tears are coming, the fit, the fight.