Queera Nightly Oakland, California
Reflections of a dark belladonna, The Girl Who Fell spins a tale of secrets and
desire.
How the wounded young woman will run forever, losing time and losing sleep, tangled up in vintage telephone lines.
I met her once, a shadow in the bar.
I doubt she remembers me at all.
I asked her her name, her story. She laughed.
“How much time do you have?”
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