this is a pink month for me. uneasily shifting into summer, taking in the apology pink roses on my sill, the pink lemonade, pink frosting on a strawberry cake. pink flowers and pink sari. pink bangles, and bindi. and now a purple top, designed to be low cute, designed to push em out and tuck it in.
the city, the city. light and sound and frenzy and madness. and calling to us. and my quivering belly, hungry for more but not for this, for what then? rumbles.
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