Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

up the cup.

The paper was thick, with a double-walled seam that felt rough under my fingers.

On the side, printed in a deep, dark green that bled slightly into the white cardboard, was the siren.

Her face was small, no larger than a silver dollar, her hair swirling around her shoulders in thick, heavy ribbons.

I held the cup close to my face, the heat continue reading …