She looked out into that impossible distance, sea-air thick as taffy on her lips. She licked them and swallowed a desert.
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Four Poems
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Has anyone yet to find a way to describe cum
That doesn’t invoke the word glisten?
Spank Bank
in poetry
at 19, there was no time
for composition. it was a risk
to linger, to let something
catch the light.
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Escape from Tennessee
in essay
We got high. We stared in the mirror and examined our pupils. We took selfies. We were demon sisters. Fallen angels. We looked like we could have been twins.
“You can do anything you want to me,” Krystal said. “I don’t care. You can kill me if you want to.”
“Same,” I replied.
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I'm no Jodie Foster, but I think I can relate to the man. I went mad trying to impress lesbians at one point in my life, and who knows, he may become one after me.
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You were pregnant at thirteen and spent the last twelve years of your life on death row. America loves symmetry – red, white and the blue lips of a teenage girl living in the Michigan woods.
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