i love the way love lingers on the edges of white cat whiskers as if to say, catch me. catch all of me. no you can’t. fuck… Read more “cat whisker love”
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Summer Aubade
crushed gnats, butterflies, cicadas shells, a juiceless dragonfly a hoard of buzzes, a hoard of horse flies, clinching limbs snapping door screens “So this is the morning… Read more “Summer Aubade”
The Original Trickster
The Original Trickster told me to tell you that when you are told to behave to tell that teller who told you things to fuck off. The… Read more “The Original Trickster”
SASHA SMITH 