the books I read from the library last month, blue and grey tapered candles, vacquera t-shirt (small), a gift card for a 50 dinners on the lower east side, for the industry I want to work in to have a future, for the industry I want to work in to want me, Mac lip liners, a big beautiful two-toned rug, Carels, driving loafers, free time I use wisely, an Hermes scarf, all the movies I want to watch: on Hulu, to be looked at lovingly, an oversized single-breasted coat, the Sopranos—every single one of them, a carton of cigarettes, a kiss from r, all my friends in a kitchen
Friday, December 1, 2023
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