Jasmine Dreame Wagner

Today I ate fruit and toast for breakfast, then went to my bedroom and napped and dreamed of cooking pork chops with pork sauce on top of macaroni for you and your friends from Dalton while wearing black and gold Prada horse-bit loafers. It reminded me of the time you took me to the disco. Remember the video screens mounted above the marble dance floor? The loop of a praying mantis locked in green prayer? Clifford, I'm leaving you.