I was used to heat but this place was so dry the trees were bribing the dogs.
If You Liked School, You'll Love WorkThe tree leaves rustled like that noise e-books make when you turn the page.
Straw House, Wood House, Brick House, BlowYou know, Molly, if you can hold in your mind what you want long enough, you shall have it.
Molly Withers and the Golden TreeWe made love like two tree branches in winter. We were naked and motionless.
My love can only occupy one person at a time