
Plaid by Lindz McLeod
Luminosity among the pine needles; silken-sided peers. They fell him with twelve flannel shirts sewn into wings, feed him his own wolf whistle until his teeth blubber. Good boy: cubbed mouth eager and malleable. Good boy: fit for purpose and factory fresh. They take to the skies again, having picked clean the carcass of a compliment, and scour their teeth with scorn. This … Continue reading Plaid by Lindz McLeod