The Kitchen Poet

We spent the night making out with star fish (consent was given)

Gatsby's being cooked up by Mr. Walton and The Kitchen Poet.  

thanks to everyone who contributed

and meta-knight who helped with the call out

i’ve written a 7000 word essay on alt lit

if you’re interested in reading email me

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The usual noises of definition. Some of em aren't too shabby though.

a coiffure built for robbing banks and twisting highways up like impassioned snakes in the curlicues of hair

lost highway

I’ll count your love notes, like the tiny lines on my skin…

I am weeded Plucked

I am two eyebrows now