Not at all Sweet

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Laila Lowes

The first wave I caught was made
of spun sugar. I quit living off air
to star in a high-wire act fueled by
whimsy and the faintest spice.
Standing on a parfait topped with
blue and white foam, not hot and
not cold, my chest, at the top,
crystallized, shattered. Everything
goes right and is all so satisfying.