Hotel Monteleone

She told friends that just because a site’s called SugarPapa doesn’t mean you can’t find true love. (Her mother had always said it was as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor one.) Later, she understood that there would be only money—and not all that much. And in that upper-floor room with the good views she understood that her mother was right about something: When you’re facing a sink of greasy dishwater, it’s best to plunge your hands in all at once without thinking

blue cento

my blue body
red as war
under him.

Skin Like Snake

She once wrote, “I wish to shed my skin like a snake and become someone else.”