While street lamps leer down, lights and shadows, cascade and mingle, push and linger along the dash, over my lap, atop his grip, and on his face, a tear. By Kimberly Cecchini
While street lamps leer down, lights and shadows, cascade and mingle, push and linger along the dash, over my lap, atop his grip, and on his face, a tear. By Kimberly Cecchini
