“Spring Comes and I Finally Throw Out the Last Flowers I Bought You,” by Ariel Francisco
- Posted on April 20, 2026
- By The New Yorker
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“Spring Comes and I Finally Throw Out the Last Flowers I Bought You,” by Ariel Francisco
“It’s been weeks. / It’s been months. It’s been seasons.”
