( the ice cream machine sputters and let's out one final gasp , before it's drained dry of delicious soft serve. she sat up and wiped her mouth with a napkin , all dainty like. )
hello ... it turns the other way.
the blood clings to you, i've learned. all those little choices, and all of those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; and no matter how the years yawn on, you cannot wash it off. it clings to you. it clings.