Hopper's Summer Interiorby PJ Nightsshe is made solid against a red door her waist nips just so, she is thinking is thinking of a wine with hints of pineapple and peach, its pairing with havarti and crab she has a kitchen in the corner shadows outfitted with cunning measuring spoons that spark the dark in stainless she plans a first course crusted in five-spice powder while sitting on her bed, a statue of alabaster turned to watch the day outside the window burnish with age empty hours of light drain into night— her toes grow cold while smoothing the sheets she leaves bare to waltz the streets in her Wellingtons © 2005 by PJ Nights. All rights reserved. |