a vestigial morsel

A Vestigial Morsel

A fire in the grate in the dark little bedroom

noticed for the first time that he had dimples, which surprised

a drawing of a well-endowed woman in a very small sweater.

The other sailors wanted to throw the magician's chest overboard, but

I chuckled when I read the note and touched my navel

to individual film, but employment at the studio itself guaranteed

the manuscript was on his desk. I saw your name, and so I picked

the earliest parts of dawn. I could hear the sleeping regiments in the fields

close to each other without quite touching. I didn't see the point in

toxic behavior. In the letters, they included insistence that

it doesn’t make sense. No matter how you act when you’re

using any of the branches in our area,

I was stunned. If I had a question, I just

passed along by word of mouth. But still.