Is Where You're From The

I Want Her To Melt Into Me, Like Butter On Toast. I Want To Absorb Her And Walk Around For The Rest Of My Days With Her Encased In My Skin. I Want.

They Grew Fat And Happy--the Horses, Not The Children, Or Marlena For That Matter.

How Hard Can It Be To Find A Girl And An Elephant For Christ's Sake?

Is Where You're From The Place You're Leaving Or Where You Have Roots?

The Thought Has Cheered Me, And I'd Like To Hang Onto That. Must Protect My Little Pockets Of Happiness.