Single in Sandpoint:


By Scarlette Quille
Reader Columnist



There was a time

I believed love

was a permanent gesture.

Initials carved in the skin of an old oak tree.

Over time I understood

Most loves turn out

Like a penis.

Carelessly drawn in Sharpie

On a locker room door;

Easily erased by alcohol.

Scarlette Quille

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