It’s a red liquid and it tastes like bitter bubble gum.
Also a new ephedra substitute with guarana that has
a bunch of new poems in it. This is Tuesday, right?
Sepia is opening the door now. She lives in the
closet sometimes. Flashforward to a downcast
Friday morning and Coco trying to claw her way
to the top of Otto’s asymmetrical jackets and wraps.
In March, the closet door is a green sofa. My laptop
has two loads of laundry and the lemonade is parched.
