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My grandmother kisses as if bombs are bursting in the backyard, where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes through the kitchen window, as if somewhere, a body is falling apart and flames are making their way back through the intricacies of a young boy’s thigh, as if to walk out the door, your torso would dance from exit wounds. When my grandmother kisses, there would be no flashy smooching, no western music of pursed lips, she kisses as if to breathe you inside her, nose pressed to cheek so that your scent is relearned and your sweat pearls into drops of gold inside her lungs, as if while she holds you death also, is clutching your wrist. My grandmother kisses as if history never ended, as if somewhere a body is still falling apart.

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Jennifer's Body — 2009, dir. Karyn Kusama

Kate Bush photographed by Clive Arrowsmith for Company Magazine, 1982.

CHRISTINE BARANSKI How the Grinch Stole Christmas, 2000 — costume design: Rita Ryack

THEO JAMES as Captain Henry Ossory — Mr. Malcolm's List, 2022

A r i L e n n o x

all my flowers grew back as thorns

Crazy in Love - Beyonce