Dirty Apples and the Friends Who Eat Them – #NPM15


Literology

She wasn’t scared when I inquired about the state of her apples, red and suspicious instead of delicious, looking as though they’d been painted to look like mimes, then wiped clean by a lazy person who may have mumbled, “oil based” and “impossible,” my go-to words for laundry and for art.   She said, “I […]

April 1, 2015