his name was griffin. Immobile with less than 11 hours of shuteye. Profusely sweating having gone without a single espresso within 20mins of rise. Angered by men who wear white socks, damaged by dinner served with milk, fumed by the site of a woman overweight by more than 20lbs. Deeply disturbed by a room without laughter, sarcasm or pretty faces. Charcoaled by the sounds of Cantonese, German, and Redneck. Burdened by favors, spoiled by praise. Humored by cynicism, provoked by criticism. Weakened by wins, shot for sorrow, tangled in truth, shy for sap, steady at sly, perfect at pretending.

on a good day he’s shaven and well read. once or twice throughout the day his eyes, frequently approached, engage.


About Angela Gleason

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