Berry Biberman's skin glows phosphorescent like lilac blue blown glass. Pointed ears like elves in tales no one ever told her, but that she'd lived to imagine. Berry Biberman loves Anders who loves Stacy who reminds everyone of Sarah, if it weren't for her longer darker hair. Anders writes dark poetry. Sends them via telegram to Berry every third Thursday and some Tuesdays. He relishes in the letter of it all and obsesses about the tickle of the tongue on the palate from the click of the T. She moths herself to the words like bulbs to burn her out. ode sur ses lévres et yeux. So big that she's taken almost 30 years to grow into them.