Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

Dandelion Sugar — Ariana Uding

It’s Thursday, my mascara smells like alcohol, something strong and boozy like, 12 dollar fifth of gin and gluey eyes, the stranger at the bar leans across the table and I put a fork in his hand and then read an article that says toss if smell changes becomes a mantra that milk smells, toss … Continue reading