“Beso me without desire so I may hear her coo, that grew in you” — Sean Thomas Dougherty Copy Share Image
“When you were strung out and I kissed you I imagined your mouth a mound of cocaine, inhaling your breath like powder as I… — Sean Thomas Dougherty Copy Share Image
“Pavarotti is dead and the streets are full of arias, my brother. Every window a tenor leans, there are sopranos in the olive branches.… — Sean Thomas Dougherty Copy Share Image
“Beso me without desire so I may hear her coo, that grew in you” — Sean Thomas Dougherty Copy Share Image
