THE MORNING PAPER:
Never put salt on it, has to be honey, always honey, Sweet stuff
for a bitter start. It’s your birthday, the unknown number remaining
makes me glad I still got you. Love & everything, our history.
Squeeze me, laughing. Glances disarmed. Remain with in the dotted
line, keep elbows within the carriage as we turn to face the morning
sun, dressed in glass & White.