I am blown away by these. I mean, just still almost shaking to read them. How can something sound both so utterly strange and so deeply familiar? “My cunt drips,/ wet as a walrus snout.” is just hilariously spot-on and bad-ass. And listen to the magic in this: “My son, the man I made myself.” I mean damn.
I want to read them a million times, but I don’t want them to become so known to me that they lose their magic, you know?
Like this:
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[...] great feedback on them already, notably ‘Aunt B’ of Tennessee in the ravishing blog Tiny Cat Pants. Thanks also to Brooklyn’s David Cooper and Jane [...]
Thanks for this link. I am also blown away by these.
Ooo, I’m glad you saw this. I kept meaning to send you a link, but this ongoing headache is making me spacy.