Ode to the Girls in VIP Exceptionally pretty and exceptionally bored, lacquered lips shut tight and straight, body not moving to the DJ’s pounding as you gaze dead-eyed down at us on the floor. I can’t help but wonder how many people you’ve fucked as I stare at you clutching your flute of $1000 champagne. Have you fucked as many people as me? And who … Continue reading Poetry No. 50 – Kate Wright

Custard The revolution is people The state is people I am a person I feel extremely miniature and poorly moisturized I am looking for a cult to join A cult of women so I can wear my long white linen dress and sway in a circle The hot touch of a hand The heavy jaw of my face that becomes lighter with each song If … Continue reading Poetry No. 49 – Kira Clark