Author: Katie Pyontek

  Unnamed, with unfortunate affection What if I drew your face on the mirror with sea saltusing a moistened boar bristle paintbrush, and after singing Harry Style’s latest, I licked it off? Would that be enough? I mean, for me.  If I rode the tangerine Lotus Elise of an ideaacross the Rockies, carried this pining obsession into swaying…