A perpetually anhedonic writer based in West Philly working her way through life with words. Enjoys spending time with her cat Sloppy Joe, smoking on porches, and drinking too much coffee for her own good.
To soak –
in bathtub, in dish soap.
To marinate.
Remember –
one must be tender
before cooking.
To coax the flesh out
with coo, with whisper,
to unfold the curves once
so carefully
cornered.
To stretch,
underbelly.
To not be stale bread.
The Mine was due to rise in thirty minutes, and Regge wanted to grab a bowl of ramen planetside before his shift started. He biked through the smoke and stirring bodies and boss-bots buzzing around
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