ice-cream summer Meghna Chatterjee iv. that summer, i held an ice cream stick between my legs, it stayed still for a while, then melted allatonce. god, that feeling of falling down a rabbit hole. iii. "write about love", 'write about love', write about love, to hide what you can't write about. come under this bed, it's dark and cool and dark ii. fingers, my fingers, some fingers, play a dangerous chess, look there's a hole in my dress, maybe we can slip through it like water, look there's a noose in my dress i. black mold on my teeth; lockjaw, self-imposed, but that's a given; we push and pull like an elastic band
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