One more time, for the sweep at Fenway. I’ll be here shortly. And then we do it all again next week in the Bronx.
Wish Among Your Words My Name
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
One more time, for the sweep at Fenway. I’ll be here shortly. And then we do it all again next week in the Bronx.
