Categories: Poetry

Let’s Order the Crème Brûlée by Alyssa D. Ross

The first date concluded
with tiny, dark dots of crushed vanilla bean,
a splatter of stars at the bottom of the ceramic carafe,
but nothing was left of a crunchy sugar-shell or the hairy, soft
raspberries that I bit off the dime-sized tips of your flat, pink fingers.
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Alyssa D. Ross was born in Guntersville, Alabama, but spent over a decade in Northern Virginia. After abandoning art school in Richmond, she went on to pursue writing. She now holds an MFA from George Mason University and a PhD. from Auburn University where she teaches writing and literature.

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