Drew Gardner’s Chomp Away
Julian Brolaski’s gowanus atropolis
Abraham Lincoln No. 6
Author: Nada Gordon
TRAIPSE TO MAULE
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She ruggedize the excused nap
But the excessive sad break up
She wrote them unfeminine and
But she had insalubrious to derail him
A entranced really sad break up poems
She sad break up poems traipse to maule.
She could frumpishly center for the sad
South-east she fenced in the kinshasa
Will! But you have long-familiar sad break up poems.
There were blue-blind capillarys. She expressive
That sad break up poems really sad break up poems
She tiresome coldhearted marvellously the sad break
She yellow-brown a candle—which, with matches,
Sad break up poems the remain she begged him to circle
She sad break up poems by the nearby eucaryas
Her sad break up poems sad break up poems relationship
There sad break up poems animadvert therewith
Haphazard she crept needlessly fusible sad break up
But sad break up poems sad break up poems
Theyre conscience-smitten in the lease by now.
She sad break up poems and quotes that she southeast
She wheelless in brownish-yellow sad break up
Her mitsvah toehold modern and tragicomic enslavements
I don’t care what you people say
I’m going to Paris in March.
Tinny Writhing
The dearth, the solitude & the hum-
ming of the head.
Pitiable words.
The vibration of the past.
Sluts
Sluts make one very comfortable.
When it’s a slut, so pleased he is.
The slut.
When the slut is short, so pleased he is.
When the slut is short, so awakes a sausage.
My Heart
My heart was pounding along today
really savagely. The writing was
grotesque. The act was very low the egress was red.
Sore rage. The bitterness lay near me.
The heart beat ruefully. The blood fumed in the veins.
The Slutlet.
The slutlet follows the lying
groom,
off into the bright light.
The lying groom spouts slimy goo
And wiggles his spike to and FRO.
It disgorges on the little fish, on her
belly.
And the slutlet gorges on lies.
The Orphan.
The wife’s a noisy orphan.
They just wanted to be having fun.
They have gone now into the bright light,
and will leave a trail of slime behind them.
you can’t
make an honest man/woman out of someone who isn’t one to begin with.
acrobat/green bra/lacerated tongue
Dream I am a little girl and I’m a gymnast/ acrobat. My father is my trainer or we have a father/daughter act. The father in the dream is not like my actual father, nor is the mother like my actual mother. I am being prepared for some kind of competition. Also I think my mother is a dentist. She is referring people to an oral surgeon. I think the oral surgeon is also my dream father. She brings him a beer, and he has a fit, because it’s the kind from a can and not from a bottle. So she refers a patient to another oral surgeon. For some reason I am talking to that surgeon. The patient has had a hard time eating food and enjoying it. I said, is it because he bit his tongue and he has lacerations? And the surgeon says, yes, exactly, how do you know? And I say, oh, because I have experienced that, and I show him my lacerated tongue. Showtime is approaching and I need a costume. I guess I am old enough to need a bra because I am trying on bras. One was emerald green satin with ribbons… but I need a whole ensemble… and there is a bit of an issue because I invert, so I need something that will not be too revealing when I do so… I suggest black lace shorts…. I must have figured out something because showtime comes… it’s in a playground…. I was so worried about the routine, we’d gone over it so many times… and I think I accomplish it but to be honest I had a very troubled sleep last night and I am not really sure, my jaw so clenched, and up between 3:30 and 4:30, drugs notwithstanding.


