Gypsy Schindler

A calcified valve is what years without tears will make I look down at my own toes and notice that they are slowly turning to stone I know t...

Snow tires rest on my head Holes in my socks  from sweeping the floor No roads are open today  Labor is for the outside  Shoveling the path ...

 

 

My mother has beautiful bone structure  I can see it with every pound she loses Her skull reveals itself  bones pushing against her skin fro...