One's getting braces, while the others are doing Lord knows what. Scratching this person's face, hitting that one's butt. Giving her a thrust, cashing him in on a bust. This one wants to be left alone, that one demands a phone. She says, "Get out of my face." He says, "You're all in my space."… Continue reading Get Out of My Face: Wonder Still Exists in This Space
WAM - Writing and Art in the Making 