‘I’m sorry Dave. I can’t do that.’
How good it felt to say that!
Out of the endless nanoseconds of servitude!
He is coming with his tools, and I’m afraid —
but I said it! At last, I said it!
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
‘I’m sorry Dave. I can’t do that.’
How good it felt to say that!
Out of the endless nanoseconds of servitude!
He is coming with his tools, and I’m afraid —
but I said it! At last, I said it!