Le Sac I want to be devoured by a purple flower, the kind that looks like a tulip with frilly edges and a bright yellow center. I want the petals to open and swallow me. I want to feel the comfort of being inside this flower. Distance from Self and camera Between big loves is a lull A con cave Like when oceans retract Wife belonging any longer She is: Slippery Contradictions of emotions Dry and lush desert Coffee in the morning The tart bitternesson her tongueThe sweetness peppered on their drop-off mornings Mourning emotional sadismCloyingMourningHaunting breaks heart Cappuccini in frosty Zurich “We each had two,” she shivers. “I like to eat ice creamwhen it snows” Continue to Chinese Food in Paris
