“Your enemies call it comeuppance and relish the details of a drug too fine, how long you must have dangled there beside yourself. In the middle distance of your twenty-ninth year, night split open like a fighter's bruised palm, a… — Dorothy Barresi Copy Share Image
“Your enemies call it comeuppance and relish the details of a drug too fine, how long you must have dangled there beside yourself. In… — Dorothy Barresi Copy Share Image
“The story the body lives in is crazy there is no end to it but change.” — Dorothy Barresi Copy Share Image
