What I’ll do if she leaves me I’ll crash my ship into an island, line my ceiling with its mast. I’ll become a collector of wine-bottle letters, line my eco-friendly walls with the glass. I’ll grow a philosopher’s beard, expound on the sea. I’ll transcribe every scripture in a shell’s open mouth. I’ll romanticize … Continue reading ‘What I’ll do if she leaves me’ by Cutter Streeby