Tag Archives: Audrey Lee

Soft Stuff

I. Mania A mind is made of soft stuff. It is made of rose and red and is always palpable and pliable, never harsh or heavy-weighted. A mind is a beautiful thing. My mind is made of soft stuff sparkling … Continue reading

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Elliott’s Eulogy

            (after Elliott Smith) There is a home found in between two stab wounds, where I encounter a stranger in Portland. You are: music. Habitable and makeshift custody for razor blades, heroin needles, not to remember again. I, too, hold a … Continue reading

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Girlish Nothings

I will vomit up what makes me a girl             as he strips me of infidelity and fingernails cut at my insides – I tell people I throw up             three times a day. My eating disorder is as existent as what … Continue reading

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