Memoires d’une touriste (1964) by Dorothea Tanning
Dear Polly,
Is there a temptation so sweet as the ex?
It is that time of year where, out of the sludge of winter, the exes emerge. He sends a link, an article, doesn’t really want to talk, just banter and casually mention that he’s visiting my city in a few months. She sends a voice note, views my LinkedIn…


