Miss B., with Cotton Candy

From sugar-cloud she sees him, son of the lion-tamer— how he commands those wolfhounds, ignites steel hoops, her flame! She’ll write him letters on onion-thin air-mail as a member of Troop Forget-me-Not, tier of knots. She makes herself up when no one’s home, shaves her legs until they bleed and bleed. Her current dilemma: to […]