Crimson Ocean Dance

For/from Fionna I had flushed a deep, deep crimson—my cheeks and the triangle of flesh visible above my T-shirt’s V-neckline the same colour as her lipstick. I knew this because my shame was reflected in her sunglasses. “What?” she jeered.

THREE WORDS: Crimson Brilliant Moon

From/for Nina I’ve always liked doing dishes by moonlight. I don’t turn off all the lights in the kitchen, of course, and rely just on the moon—well, that one time, but that was an unbelievable Harvest moon that gave almost