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Love of Belle Ch. 9
Once we got Brandie off of me, my face turned back to normal color from being squashed to purple. I flipped my hair and laughed a little.
"Brandie..." Frances gave her that stare that she gives people when she doesnt like what they did. Her approval of something. She could be so bossy, but sometimes it was cute. I smiled to myself. "What are u smiling about Mr.?!" She huffed and looked at me. I started cracking up I couldn't hold it in. She giggled and covered her mouth and couldn't hold it in as
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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