Better to call it rose, not
pink. Better to leave off
the accent. Those bricks don’t
match. The lining up
gets lost. Everything has a seam
in it. I’m not
blushing anymore—there’s mine.
Better to call it rose, not
pink. Better to leave off
the accent. Those bricks don’t
match. The lining up
gets lost. Everything has a seam
in it. I’m not
blushing anymore—there’s mine.