June 11, 2025
Poetry
Untitled & Untitled 02

Untitled Briny martini’s are just too grown up for me. I need to have something sweet after. Can I lick your molars? / You spit in my mouth? Lands as sarcastic, self pity Lands like you’re a cuck. Think: hyper enjammed (totally a word) / getting broken. Fax me, And I’ll fax you back. Bzzt-beep-bzzt-beep, beep-bop-bop-bzzzt, whirrr, bzzzt ! Untitled 02 Incoming fax ! on my imaginary fax machine says something like: I miss you I say something back, something something precious, or, something something cute. Fax won’t go through though. It reads: none of this is actually real. Incidentally, none of this was real.