You're Money Baby flower chair consumed across the table or

consumed across the table or the rock or the beach towel or your child's pram and kept within our bodies for a period long enough to embed itself in our brains

I want to have my babies

The butter to your bread is served in a sterling silver clam shell with a pearl-handled knife and it distracts you from the pedestrians for a moment

around our pools and in front of cupboards

Only enough space for one

You're Money Baby flower chair consumed across the table orI'm a window seat girl, I'm more selfish than considerate I guess. Some people don't like to be trapped in, I don't care budging myself out. I'm a window seat girl in the hopes and prayers that I might catch a glimpse. The considerate control freaks take the aisle seat, it's the thinkers and the dreamers and the better sleepers that take the sides of the plane. Shame on the person who chooses practicality over seeing themselves impossibly dancing on