Tag Archives: Katherine Martini

p.s.

and then, when you look around you and everything’s colored like khaki, when you’re swimming in tapioca and calling it motion, you look up and everything looks like an off-white ceiling with a bulb that’s been broken since june and … Continue reading

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no shirt no shoes

last night it was friday again / you told me to wear a low-cut shirt & those leather boots you love / but i couldn’t find the left shoe so i went out barefoot / we got to the club … Continue reading

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a black baptism

in the version of events where the truck kills my dad, i go to his wake to shake the hands of the many men he’s made rich. what they do not know is that i am 3 pygmy goats in … Continue reading

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