mmmmccxv

an orange menace of putrescence
                        —Stacy Abrams

I’m pretty sure that none of my
grandmothers ever uttered “fu
ck your feelings.” This is some
dump. Sunny louse (what?) and

don’t knowledge. The donuts of
Weaver Township, Arkansas. The

all to visible elephant in the room

or the body politic. Beating around 

the bush on Bush Street with a new 

Chime card. Can you say bank pariah 

without revealing anything? Pink October 

is the worst month. But since I look fab

in pink does it fit? Marmalade March
(merch?). They split a fascist avalanche.