I swear I don’t miss her. I don’t. I don’t think about her. Her memories have but peeled off the walls of my mind. I haven’t thought about her in the longest time. I don’t wonder what happened to …
She’s called Felicia. Felicia sounds like a woman who- after sex- lies on her back and lights up a cigarette. Felicia sounds like a woman who reads a very thick novel with earphones plugged in her ears. She sounds …
