❝ when i was little , my pop would get me’ta help him nail in new plywood shelves for the owls . did it more’n more the older i got ‘cause’a his arthritis . ❞
she doesn’t mean to treat her kitchen like a dance floor , rocking back and forth on high heels and spinning to whatever he puts on . she’s learned a lot since knowing him , the most important of which in her opinion , that she isn’t afraid of the sight of blood . and that she likes the ramones .
❝ i’d get all blistered , i still hate splinters. but it taught me that some things are just brittle . ❞
wiggling her fingers at him in a mockery of a spell , queenie giggles and goes back to the stove . blood in a cast - iron pot stays just below boiling .
❝ so i don’t mind this , honey . i don’t . ‘cause if i care to much about everybody --- ❞
translation : more than just him ,
❝ i crack like plywood along the grain when you hammer it too hard . ❞
* ♡ ── ⎛ @colubras . ⎠
