Imogene Putnam

diary, day ten body bubble blow, my squeak my sigh and tongue tip out to where’s the nipple? her breast, my ribs, my middle grown-up finger-tips cradle my tears, tummy wide my stretch, my curves my lips’ muscles search, my feet unfolding my mommy-daddy faces hovering inhaling just near, quiet my arms, enwrapping all cuddled […]