In my veins w/w

New Orleans LA

Description

A projected image of my saintly self fumbles through our masked streets. Awkwardly, I make eye contact, attempt a smirk. Hidden, but- behold! My inner mind muddled with all things delicious. I see you at the whole foods, biking down the street, smiling from your porch, skimming papers at the coffee shop. I, preoccupied with all things domestic. Oh no, I dare not. But, know this. You bad bitches look good.