She melts a hole, pulling affogatto shots through two scoops of vanilla ice cream
She melts a hole, pulling affogatto shots through two scoops of vanilla ice cream
She melts a hole, pulling affogatto shots through two scoops of vanilla ice cream Cream and white and toffee-brown paint coats the interior walls of apartments leased for the summer Orange juice in an Italian glass pitcher, punctuating a privileged life Her fingers spread out under the moon; prepared butterfly wings, taught between pins She slowly stuffs handfuls of everything she owns into…
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