An odd surname for the bubbles
That fizzle out in a forgotten glass
- without a party, she's left with rubble
With a whole day that seems to not pass.
Izzy, you can be sure that I don't understand
- you sacrifice ten years where most wouldn't bring one hand.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
