Waging War Posted on September 1, 2012 by Amy Mackelden 0 Once we were fists and clothes slip and urgent at every point. I waited to taste the optic chiasm in you. Now we are note takers, plotting what we’d do to Tania and Tim and my script says, “Suck, suckle, spit,” and yours says, “Win”. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related