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if you're cake

If you're cake I want to eat you alive. I want to drink you in two fingers at a time standing in front of the pantry at 2am taking...

i bet you’d taste good in the morning. i bet you’d roll over and stare me down, bite your lip, move in for the kill. i bet my legs would...

i'm in second grade. i'm playing on the swing set. a fourth grader approaches and starts counting backwards from one hundred i'm...

cherries and apples. rainbow of flavor, waterfall of color. dear god, i miss the kiss of the rain. i miss the heightened sensations of...

They said “I sleep on flowered meadows and chase golden butterflies”. They said They promised: no pain, no grieving. You cry a little,...

Two for the pain Two to stabilize One for the risk One for the burn One and a half on a bad day For the nights I lie awake Counting...

We are clownfish. Writhing, dancing, delicate in our anemone oasis. In the spaces between long, invasive arms are our own grabby fins,...

I. Water is holy. Water is cyclical. It swirls like this cluster headache at the front of my skull. II. I'm blowing bubbles in this...

In the window above my bed, I see a light. It comes from an apartment in the adjacent building, not more than two or three stories above...

I hate you so much. I hate you the way an alcoholic hates his family because he wants to be told he’s not crazy he just wants to know...

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