A Memoir

Towards the south, she drove the boys behind.

As cards and their red scratches were on the playlist.

She fought shy of her white porcelain turning red.

To the God’s house she put the veil on.

She left, she came back, she left, but she needed to be heading back.

An indoor girl, i used to call.

June, 16th 2017.

A Happy Birthday Saying.