ellie epp



yr tongue has a poisoned edge you drag across your friends on yr way to kiss nicely the ass hole of a man with money

y'r so afraid of colors you take a bodyguard on walks

you sing like a maggot in a jar    in damp  webs

yr tits are hard as pumpkins

y'r getting very broad

y'r so provincial you don't know y'r provincial

once you were in the countryside for thirtyfive minutes and you never forgot it

once you got off the plane in a foreign airport and that was enough

yr conversation runs on health food

yr mother has three dead men behind her and a rich one beside

yr father didn't have a chance & you look like him