Stacey Fruits

when the alligator sandwich bites back sink your teeth into this one, Nirvana candy coating was never this rich. seven college girls break campus, storm the sidewalk in search of caffeine. instinct, I snuggle the saucer and set up surveillance over my cup: it's true. they've strapped on threads every color conceivable, rainbow walking over cracks. their language, native tongue to knock down walls where ivy hangs in genuine slump - when did I become my mother? wondering where they are going and how much money is left for my books, I crave the Dorothy Parker binge-city, depression that laughs from the belly and heals itself. they scare me, give me hope and make me rip and inch or two from my summer hems. it's good to tell the 30th year who's in charge, maybe me - revelation in balsamic vinegar, pepper, progressive, and older than dirt.

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