“your out-of-breath apology; a handful of lavender and rosemary, the waxy feeling left in my palms. keeping sprigs behind our ears, walking stoned to a playground. you let the see-saw drop me. i am holding onto your memory like an… — Brandon Speck Copy Share Image
“if only you could see yourself now, you’re settling back into a quiet autumn and you’ve missed the smell of must, rain, and tobacco… — Brandon Speck Copy Share Image
“your out-of-breath apology; a handful of lavender and rosemary, the waxy feeling left in my palms. keeping sprigs behind our ears, walking stoned to… — Brandon Speck Copy Share Image
