by Amanda Deo

I google the possibility of making a tiny grave.  If I time it right I will be on hold for just a little longer.  Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.  There is a gap between leaving me in a hotel parking lot & I care about you & photo-stalking is an apology.

Two feet deep is good enough. Abides by all health and safety codes. I'm going to need you to hold my hand.