#let me get some sleep and ill write more later

Dearest Saints Carol and Therese of vintage 1952 lesbians, if one of you could just hear me through muffled thighs; see me plainly through those gritty New York City windows; smell the delightful honeysuckle overpowering the never-ending stream of unfiltered, “healthful” cigarettes…

What did they do to Tell It to the Bees?

Who thought that was a good idea?

How come they did that?

Why can’t we have nice things?