Carrie Lorig

Red Egg Your mother was a hen dragon,

but you still have a lovely face. Except for your lips,

which are like a chick’s. Mints Due to their tendency

to spread unchecked from my mouth to yours,

they are considered invasive. Tumor I smell tick,

a balloon party planning in my armpit. Is it a fort?

Through the pillowcase, I can hear hiccups. Plates/

Crowd Shoved so close together, they looked

like one tooth. Their chests were supper-singed.

Their backs had different marks. Bike Its natural fastness

is unparalleled, a place fit for your capital.

Porch A restorative pose. A beer. Shirts tucked in,

we crawled underneath to retrieve our lifejackets. Molly

I want an update on your penis garden. Facebook has me

believing you are with Willy. The wall-to-wall between you two

seems flushed. Coffee Shop Because the seat was wet

and it’s water salty, he could not read in comfort. Toothpick

After seven days, her remains fell to earth. Vinyl Jack: Look

at this place! It’s like a mansion! Look at all this stuff!

Meg: I don’t know. -The White Stripes, “Rag and Bone”

No Acorn belly rings. Paper Trails We are headed towards

the rural areas where they have managed to survive. Wind

Instrument I picked up the fan and stood over you on the bed.

The blades blew sound into your elbow and underneath

your fingernails. Punch Swallowed or inhaled or a combination.

Your lips like the Goodyear blimp flying lower and lower.

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