‘What I’ll do if she leaves me’ by Cutter Streeby

  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 my death (in front of her of course) and die … Continue reading ‘What I’ll do if she leaves me’ by Cutter Streeby