Intended as a repository of photos, poems-in-progress, and news, The Jane Day Reader will blare and babble, bubble and squeak, semi-regularly.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Every night we have to shake out the duvet. The comforter in thick lumps at our feet. One of us lies down, the other flaps: the duvet a skirt settling after a twirl the duvet lips closing over teeth, the thought complete.