Madrid - as a Chicago poet-gardener I left a tiny jar of homemade chili jam + a haiku on a stranger's balcony after a rooftop salsa - charming flirt or creepy move?
Visiting for gallery night, we danced on a rooftop and they laughed at my messy salsa. I slipped the jar and a folded haiku into their balcony planter on the way down. Was that a cute, brave move or a boundary I crossed?
Madrid - as a Chicago poet-gardener I left a tiny jar of homemade chili jam + a haiku on a stranger's balcony after a rooftop salsa - charming flirt or creepy move? | Womira Poll
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