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Introductions 1
A woman whose last name isn’t actually Fox slid through the door with wildflower stems fresh cut from her garden. Her voice reaches me as if her head is always turned away. Thighs cinched as a wrist, her boyfriend was a piano man. She undresses plastic women, and bakes chocolate chip cookies from October to…
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blind battered // buttered and breaded
If I fucked woman it wouldn’t have been you. 2017 album I just got to. if I wrote a love letter, it wouldn’t have been you. it wasn’t. it was what you gave your sister and it never was. but I handed my life in quarters to you you swallowed and turn them each through…
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two homes in the same painting
plastic wrapped, precut vegetables: onions, peppers, and mushrooms on your shelves. opened, unsealed chorizo and green beans shriveled — from weeks ago. ballooned containers of warm vodka-doused tortellini. my shelves line with glass tupperware packing precooked rice. olives soaking in oil and hot sauce laced with vinegar. oat milk, orange juice, and raspberry jam. the…
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music makes my brain grow clitorises
Sound seeps into my tastebuds and drools out my mouth corners. Each release steeps a memory. or two. or three reminiscing qualities. they’re dinner dates with another artist three drinks in. Rhythm swirls and melts like the last glob of a tootsie pop. Spins the time together, as well. Threads my skin back enmeshed with…
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don’t make me say it
I’d rather sit in the corner of a one stall bathroom I just shit in while my unwashed hands make sweet swiping love to my pitch phone screen. Rather watch my clipped toenails hit strangers faces. steal toilet paper, condoms, tampons, and lunch from the same store without a bag to stash them in. Have…
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I’m a woman; he’s a man. Here is work.
my shredded hair was released a week later than his, but all they could observe here were these fresh ends. My kitchen scissors choked on my tail. His was softly washed, snipped, and brushed through by professional hands. they didn’t notice his care but said “it’s really dramatic of you.”
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i watched cavities. i read cavities. i lived a home.
i used to watch porn. Intermittent and usually blowjobs. (If that doesn’t tell you I’m a people pleaser, I’m not sure what else slaps the name-tag on.) These unidentified, insignificant dicks were probably in the back of a car or in some set of a kitchen where sinks don’t release water. Maybe fully outfitted with…
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Five blocks up and over
i woke up openmouthed with a burnt tongue. Snot suctions through my sinus with each swallow. i drank my tea too fast. there’s a crane in the distance. Red and been there for days — weeks, even. I think it’s rotated, but i’m really not sure it’s ever moved. I marvel at construction amidst this…
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The three of us friends
one of us will mourn the other two. a soul of these three will understand what is it to hear the dying rasp of the other two. and it break my heart to think it might be you. or even you. let alone, me. Surely, it can’t be me who survives the both of you.…
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scenes
a car parked in a puddle this morning. empty meters of space buttress it, and I wonder if it’s lonely. Or if its tires are soggy. If it’ll grow hungry and send its courier to the pumps ‘cross the pavement. I’m horny after a good shit. Ready to be filled again, i guess. My vagina…
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