Everything, Issue 34, Poetry

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 […]

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