She’s a fat girl. Everyone except her mother tells her she isn’t. But in the dark, when she takes off everything and unfolds the parts of her that get squished and tucked by clothes, the white bits of skin and what's underneath, Chloe knows exactly who and what she is. ~Big Red Permalink: Stories & Essays
Caramel sutra. Or if you prefer, the sprinkle of cinnamon and salt.
I could build an igloo from the ice blocks sweating in the glass.
Its curved roof would explain something about where I am from.