scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

4.9.10

I love peaches when they're perfect, in season, yellowflesh and with the promise of sticky leaving a line down your wrist. This one, these, all of them. I love mangoes, the way i always think the skin smells intoxicatingly like a pine forest on a certain day (however long ago that was), the way the insides are so slippery, the way the strings that get caught in your teeth still taste of it, and so it is so, so long until it is finally just a memory. Breathing at just the right moment, walking past a strawberry seller in an outdoor market, that's advertising. When someone eats a pomegranate the whole world knows afterwards.

Labels: food, writing

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