Because they have no slack, no rest in them
You can’t call an aerialist your bae

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Because they have no slack, no rest in them

The fish police cannot drown me

The ink in the quill, the fingertip caught

Merlin Flower is an independent artist and writer

You go into this club alone because your friends get into a better one

the dirt wet by my parents’ spewing / torn up muddy fields

Intersection 1a

Camping in grimy sleeping bag, a woman slumps, a living parable. Her hand-scrawled

the people of Chicago have a right

When compiling a list of qualities desired in a soulmate, people rarely include