Poetry: Shrove Tuesday by Chella Courington
Shrove Tuesday by Chella Courington She was used to sleeping alone, shoes shuffling in rooms above, cinder blocks painted red around her. It wasn’t knowing, as she always knew, how love ripped with use like paper sacks: two or three tomatoes could nestle unseen, six would tear fibers, rupture the sides. She read that a … Continue reading Poetry: Shrove Tuesday by Chella Courington
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