Street Treats
dessert first, she said, pressing two snickerdoodles deeper into cream
Tavern Law
lithe dancer, you are green, wanton, casting light against the darkest world
Voula’s Offshore Cafe
the lingered beauty as you burst like a dying star, a crying child
Monsoon
meow, pussy cat-fish, you play not with balls of yarn — your fate is greater
Chiso
a reborn belly draws breath from salty udon, strands wet with wanting
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