In / avocado oil. With little pistachios. So many possibilities.
TRANSLATION
“Leyla” and other poems
"Maybe we should never have left the forbidden paradise
the winged key fled taking flame"
WIT TEA
How Things Go
And like everyone else, I'll want to start a band
FICTION
The Mirror
We sat a while in silence like two strangers, facing each other. I didn’t ask her what had happened or what she had seen, or believed she had seen, in the mirror.
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