you know,

selling antiques is like selling street drugs
and selling your teats is like being in love
you have merchandise, and they pay the price
sure somebody's won. you'll know who when you're done
but it works like the roll of the dice.

typewrotwer poem

contrary to popular belief, house dresses have a myriad of functions

my wardrobe
once belonged to people
that are dead now

floral, paisley, dacron
boning about the neck
that tapers, anachronistic point

a little morbid
and garish memorial
like a sugar skull
or sun bleached plastic flowers