justina forever
putting one foot in front of the other since i could walk
Tag: poetry
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The other day I met a cat / whose fur was pink and tan. / I knelt to pat it, and it said: / “I thought you were a man!”
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From underneath the kitchen sink there reeks a really awful stink of offal skins and garbage juice and other foodstuff with no use… The fume’s so foul we end our meal; our noodles, cold, have no appeal. We hold our breath and clear the spread although our guts have not been fed. We wipe the…
justina forever 