City sits on tips of tongues, licking her way down. Braces of train tracks and electric wires, running tongue, licking teeth. She fucks, and she fucks hard. Skyscrapers and the man on Belmont and the expressway with a coin cup. And her sisters saying no thanks, I don’t do that stuff to junkie cousins. It’s … Continue reading
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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
For Marcia — Ariana Uding
She won’t say be practical: world doesn’t need more biologists or businessmen. Lexicon never far from the ‘80s, like totally grody, gag me with a spoon dude, you’re not gonna meet a man in a bar, by the time you’re 40 the internet’s not so bad just play the field, keep options open (like her … Continue reading
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