Daily Archives: April 17, 2012

“Wear” by Philip Booth

I hate how things wear out. Not elbows, collars, cuffs; they fit me, lightly frayed. Not belts or paint or rust, not routine maintenance. On my own hook I cope with surfaces: with all that rubs away, flakes off, or … Continue reading

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