Glissade

She imagined that she was Mary on the run to Egypt to save Baby Jesus.

In movies, the actors intertwine lips, and hold the other person’s bodies. You wonder if you should do this. Kendi beats you to it.

We will forget the death that now stinks up the city centre, dark hallways into the doors of offices

The language of love is cliched. The language of marriage, the institution of love, is also cliched.

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