
Sight: dragonfruit-green
with pinked spikes
Sound: the dryer's whirling; the African woman asks re: a kilo of apples
Touch: embedded in pillows
Smell: the burn of cloves;
plumeria, ginger, gardenia; curry powder
Extra: "I don’t like
what the moon is supposed to do./Confuse me, ovulate me,/ spoon-feed me
longing." and "But my lovers have never been able to read my
mind. I’ve had to learn to be direct." — Brenda
Shaughnessy, “I’m Over the Moon”
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