the Day’s asks are winsome and doable things
flits and beauties, basic administrations
peeling the blinds back the whole way
a cigarette out the window, ducksong,
shellacking is out of vogue
I have healed myself from Big Things:
today the wrack is not for me!
aestival child, occupied solely with its glamours
Gallivanter of the great chide – submit to goodness and be free!