the person you know from these wishes,
merging together seamlessly like
thread shifting from one side
of clothing to the next,
is made up in my
imagination
by the
monster
in
me.
YOU ARE READING
11:11
Randomdear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
