SAW-DUST BLENDED WITH SPIT by SAM FROST

isn’t glue / that doesn’t mean I didn’t sit in his car and wonder what it would be like to love calmly / man-made chemicals burn tongues / he leaned over and licked my lips / saliva can kill

 


Sam Frost lives in Los Angeles and spends most of her time binge drinking green tea. She mostly writes flash nonfiction, and it almost always starts in the notes section of her phone. Find her on Twitter @sammfrostt.

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