Love’s merciless, the way it travels in and keeps emitting light. Stolen Moments, Kim Addonizio I peeled an orange and spread out the slices so you wouldn’t have to bother with rinds and seeds, so you could dip the flesh into your mouth and chew on the juices, unfettered by the bureaucracy of peeling and undressing. But somehow I suspect they’re lying in your fridge, un-eaten and ignored. As I write this, each thread of flesh is being robbed off … Read More

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