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