Flying like a bird between two regions of water
Everything was ready for the sky to weep.
The vast sky with a single eyelid
Let fall its tears like glacial swords
And the world shuttered up like an empty
Hotel room: sky, rain, and spaces.
“Carmela, I’ll spot you the money to let you keep the T-shirt shop open, but my cousin Tony’s coming by every week for payment—miss one, and let’s just say, ‘è un brutto affare’ for business. Capisce?”
Maybe they were discussing how their T Shirt sales have been on a steady rise
I still wonder what they were talking about
I love this
