Saturday, June 04, 2011

I remember clay


I used to the rub the cloth of my pajamas to help me fall asleep.

I used to rub the indentations of old chicken pox scars until they bled.

He ridiculed my attempt so I left the odd, yellow, innocent replica of a buffalo skull or so I thought.

1 comment:

Aurora said...

Why do I feel like this could be a short story or beginning of a book?