Tag Archives: Laurel Benjamin

give me ribs

I want another rib to compliment a stolen rib. A background of dancers and drink-holding ribs, rib-crushed dancing to Scrapple from the Apple, horn squawking over the ensemble’s smolder ridges. Give me chest pain as I stagger on river rocks, … Continue reading

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A gluten for chocolate published

dark liquid where the butter separates & I’ve devoured a quarter of the globe, bags of Indian snack mix, torn edge of a mushroom pizza, where burnt mecca rips through the roof of the mouth. With my hands I mix … Continue reading

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