The Fox Bead in May

The kiss is, strictly speaking, a passing of of twice: a bead from her mouth to his, then back, ad nauseam, and the boys who lived and died for it. The lovely girl amassing ninety-nine spirits, and in high spirits for consuming her highest amount. Once the hundredth boy arrived she starts her hunt in her haunt, a hill’s field filled with fitting Artemisia absinthium.