swallowing mini beads from my fingerprint barefoot
in sand and piss
the true beach
life
her chest collapsed
bus drivers
held her feet to heaven
downtown the
Presbyterian lord caught
fire
in architecture
angels’ wings
lifted by the smoke
and I love to be
fucked by one of two ambulance
drivers
get a handjob in the
BP parking lot where
we agreed to meet.
Today
NPR woke up
to news the last panda was dead
we’ve all been in love and overweight and blurred the unemployment line
Graham Irvin is a writer from North Carolina. His work can be found at Tenderness, Yea; New Bile; and The Tusk. He is also on twitter @MadeOfAntz.
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