there’s no use to me
but surviving, second sight
a sharpened tooth
i keep a partner and a rival
my body is a supermarket,
check me out, flatten
fold me at my joints
press pop and swallow
^ my favorite stanzas.
i love this. the whole zine is pretty evocative, & "Supermarket" especially felt really good to read aloud. the sounds conspired in a fun & bitter way