1094. Augustus and Daisy

​It was nearly August.

The time had run out, and nothing was settled.

​We had forgotten where we were.

It was the old sin—the things left unsaid.

​I do not use their machines.

No Twitter, no Facebook, no Instagram.

No Pinterest. No OnlyFans.

Those are for other women.

​I work in a whorehouse east of Hollywood.

It is fine work, and the sun comes up just the same.