walking beneath the moonlight feels like undressing
under fluorescents: terrifyingly all-there.
Every crease fold curve button corner and breath
that makes up her celestial sheepskin
prays that...
In June of 2017, Lorde rhythmically resurrected herself through great whites, summer tongues, home-cooked dynamite, and nineteen-year-old sober thoughts. After three years on melodic mute for personal...
