A Dash of Sunny

The anatomy of desire

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Desire does not arrive as fire— it comes quieter than that, a draft […]

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The air is sugared and burning. Strawberries and cigarettes— one for hunger, one […]

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Inside the room is not holy. It is lived in. The light is […]

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I write him in slow ink, as if language itself could undress the […]

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I wake with the taste of symbols on my tongue. Salt. Smoke. Your […]

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Oh, quiet herald of upper air, you fall like a thought the earth’s […]