WRITINGS FROM THE SCHOOL OF ENGLISH
after you drive me home I invite you up for 2 bowls of alphabet soup LILITH BLACKWELL | VERMONT
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. . . there is only one reason I look at you that way…I did nothing this time… you smell so good even when you sweat…we are both sunburned farm tanned indoors outdoors kinda people…
and and and as at at at away away away before blonde blonde blue cream cream dress dress dripping everyone far far far felt from green green good hair hair hazy hesitated i i i i i i i ice ice in knew like like look look looked mountains my my next never onto peroxide said shop shop short smile so something stood stopped teeth that that the the to to tottered too want watched watched white with with you you you you you you
you said that you were afraid by how much you like me…how much I like you . . . I still do not know how you look in the morning . . . heavy nights heavy nights heavy nights . . . stripped away
SUMMER 2022 | 51
