
I AM TOO MUCH FOR MOST by Tyler Hurula
I tried to shove my too much into my pocket, forearms straining as I struggled to smash her between my palms until she burst into sequins— a confetti crime scene.
I tried to shove my too much into my pocket, forearms straining as I struggled to smash her between my palms until she burst into sequins— a confetti crime scene.
I use my favorite songs as ringtones because I don’t plan on answering… telemarketers don’t keep me company Spam Likely is my only contact I grew up with Green Stamps
silk skirts can be sown with red blood of frayed edges / kitchens can be clean but oranges in ceramic fruit bowls rot / wallpaper melts and stains hands /
My grandmother loved pansies, and placed them in her kitchen. Blue and yellow burst from the center of the chipped linoleum table. She grew up in the dust bowl of
The Gun won the American Revolution (a flintlock musket then) and gave us freedom. It won the Civil War and gave us unity (killing hundreds of thousands of soldiers; on
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