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Stella
mahogany
the
oozing with
IS
hemming
fitzgerald
way
shelf life:
Steinbeck thor
eau shakespeare mi lay klimt
,
cummmgs we
cummmgs
him the most, and there are others: poe white dali. a death wish, collee table cancer, my eye gravitates to a framed black&white of sum
oh yes especially
mer — me and
tess.
like
I'm smiling with the accumulated
wisdom of my
H years but
up and off at something that will never, ever focus. I stop my search and pick up the photograph, it's smudged a little and the glass is cracked from where I hurled it across the room following news of su expiraci6n. you know, she was my best friend and hated her with
she, she's looking
1
all
my but
heart. 3'ou'd think that five years it
would
dull
some ache
on the wash hot tears stolen boy thieverj-. these memories bleed, yelling
doesn't, cackling
friends pett\'
furious laughing hilarious dv'ing \'ictorious
always had off the
illusions of grandeur, she
end
of a dock,
her overcoat
with pebbles, this tess and
left
filled
me
alone, teresa charles died of suicide, angrily,
1
knock
grab the it
e\il picture
over, cracking the
glass again, but this
time as
I
It
lea\e
it
should
be, face
down.
—
she
walked
&
Kim
