Catastrophe Jones

Tag: taste

  • Anxious

    I have often wondered what it must be like to be so very lost, there exists no possibility of finding one’s way home again. That’s a lie. I’ve never wondered it. I’ve never wondered anything. I just sit on my hands and do nothing. That’s a lie. I’ve never sat on my hands. I just…

  • Just A Taste

    Precious to me, a sweet gem I want to hold in my mouth, as though the honey of her would dissolve, as though she were gold sugar. I want to keep her on my tongue and taste her always — and so I make the cuts as small as possible — just a taste, to…