Lizzie Scheader

Poems

How to be an Artist?; the day of equal light
How to be an Artist? I feel trapped by my language, and don’t know what to do, because each and every day, I serve overpriced plates of fried dogshit, I lose my language more and more.
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Untitled Briny martini’s are just too grown up for me. I need to have something sweet after.