Scopophilia

JULIETTE JEFFERS

Tell me your dreams. I’m hardly ever bored by Nineteen fifties perversions. Rocky river beds and Hudson eerily caress my hair. Velvety insects clamor for my attention. What do you want To hear from the screaming rare blonde all alone? Shower curtain burning wet, high-neck sweater, pearlescent torture. Sweetly twist your analysis. These vengeful facets, youth that fascinates you while driving. Your girl friday conniving in a nightgown, anxious halo.

The best advice you ever gave me: live like Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly. While they fight in proxy wars, just love what is consistent and strange.