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Sophie Jennis

The way time works is I let myself be engulfed by the neighbor’s gas leak – Dedicated to sitting, my spine curved, I am wearing my thin black sweater with the small buttons. On my table stands an empty bottle of mezcal with the iridescent sticker, so elegant I could moan - I do... You’re harder than ever- my apartment’s brass lock is ancient, mature, pronounced, more noble than ever.