They're All Wanting

The touch, and relief from their own. Rich people don't have porches, some lady said, but I could swear I saw that porte-cochere. This site is past dead to me, and I so don't even care, it is to cry wah, make a bed up, stretch and recline, breath deep, repeat. Tell me in a whisper, what's a good holistic remedy for an ear-ache? No? Dead to me! I peel the bark back to the skin and scrape, watching the sap harden into resin. It tastes like something, I cannot define.