Baigneuse aux oies, by Camille Pissarro

Until My Dying Breath

May 12, 2024

[fiction]

The first time I tasted a Landomunn Farms pistachio, it ruined me.

[poetry]

If you move a chair, // the Pharaoh's curse may turn out // to be a fact.

[poetry]

Swollen raindrops burst, folding // into your cornucopia

[poetry]

Outside, the morning sun // Is sitting in the sky // Like a cake plate crayoned

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