Her demons never left glitter at restaurants—
she was a cocktail of dazzling sun on your night sky.
The darkness was captivating, the spine of a dance
that Agatha Christie taught you. She understood
when to hold back, how to deal with limitations.
Maybe it’s time to speak into the intensity of
Whitney Houston’s dark demands: cocaine,
the roil between icy tomorrow and love.

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Belatedly, here’s a final post from my January project using phrases from that month’s issue of O magazine. I feel like I finally cracked it by the end. In related news, have you noticed that it’s hard to find magazines in stores near you? I have. I’m still on the hunt for a good one for February.