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Jul 2014
alcohol that tastes like fathers:
stay awake and smell like boy
three nights in a row.
days consist
of waning kitchens, toilet bowls
that look like wedding dresses
or miniature gods,
******* (like highways)
strung down
inside of my mouth,
throat scratched like roadkill,
belly swollen like fish eggs.
loisa fenichell
Written by
loisa fenichell  ny
(ny)   
467
   ---, Jeremyeckl and Pea
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