Sundays in SF

by Clara Burghelea

Art by Sabbas Leung

Chia pudding to soften the day, black coffee to bear its weight. Melody Gardot on repeat, smooth like Persian rug. Eyelids of velvet. On the chair, a dress bought on consignment. Another woman’s

lifetime of Octobering, woven inside the silky red. The half-breaths. Down the street, the bold steam of pork dumplings. Then, a mouthful of birds. Before the two-kid commotion erupts and the day peels off like dry shallot, heart pounds out a whisper. It soars right into the soft folds of the dress.

Sabbas Leung, Chilli Peppers (close up), Oil Paints on Canvas

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