When the earthquakes throw you and your desk out the window,
only
the desk above you will protect you. You’ll live on the
sidewalk, not even cut.
Run back upstairs and check your lights.
Call me if they’re all green. I’ll say That can’t beby Elizabeth Kate Switaj
Published in Xelas Magazine
When the earthquakes throw you and your desk out the window, only the desk above you will protect you. You’ll live on the sidewalk, not even cut. Run back upstairs and check your lights. Call me if they’re all green. I’ll say That can’t be by Elizabeth Kate Switaj Published in Xelas Magazine
Robin Reagler 