JOANNE

My night moth seems baffled and stuffs her wings in my nostrils. I suck her into the vacuum. I tell her about the building up and tearing down of aesthetics and civilizations and the language of fashion that falls to feudal. She tells my smooth teeth she knows, it’s her secret, keep it down.

 

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