Tag Archives: Makenzie Smith

Baker

If I can’t make a home in his chest I’ll settle with his pelvis. The little cottage by his aorta is burnt black and uninhabitable so I dorm down deep near his vas deferens; I spend my time stirring cakes, … Continue reading

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Good Girl’s Guide to Exercising Inner (and Outer) Demons:

Chew a clove of garlic raw and salt a circle around your bed. Stomp cherries for communion wine then sew cinder blocks in your shoes. Spoon bleach in your holy water, scrub your bruises with sagebrush. Burn a candle to … Continue reading

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