THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE by Phoenix Likely
I’m not sure where you live. I lost you as you turned into that cluster of cottages but if you leave your window open tonight I can find you by your scent. You’re so lovely. I bet you’ll taste just like my mother.
Phoenix Likely has several short stories coming out this fall in various magazines (KILL AUTHOR-RUTHLESS PEOPLES-BLACK LANTERN) and will probably stick with that one since he was unburied after a construction cave in, still breathing but with a broken back that forced a permanent carreer change.
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9-13-09 Head Under Water
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