To the Artist's Page To our home page
To Don Winter's previous piece To Don Winter's next piece
What's Left She had a body that had been a few places and only come back from some. They'd take what was left around the corner and fuck it backwards or inside out and return it to be sold again, until the ghost of herself would go from barstool to that blazing, festive emptiness, break up the party, snub out the cigarettes, carry the wine glass to the kitchen and tell whomever goodnight, goodbye, and take what was left of the body vaguely home and lie down beside it in dark and quiet bed.
To the top of this page