Written by Anna Lea Jancewicz

Pie at The Citron Review

“My bare legs warble summerly songs. Songs we knew by heart in forbidden orange groves, beneath graffitied underpasses. Submerged, they sound like your deaf sister on a hot vinyl car seat…”

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