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snotmonster

“illness still life” featuring my decongestant of choice along with a lightly used roll of toilet paper, and heavily used wads of toilet paper strewn about. Art is gross sometimes.

poetry 4 my dear buried old dead grandmother

Oh my, Oh whee, Tons of snot in me,

I blow it out, My sinuses shout,

Whats that whole “breathing” thing about? **

**(last line meant to be read like a 1950’s “my wife” comic to abysmal applause)

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Tissue paper, Oh how it chafes her*

Lips become torn.

Lipbalm is needed, but has receded.

She continues to play the horn.

*(thats me!! im talking about me!!!)

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Snot is evil & has to go

where it dries? I donno’

gunk away, gunk begone

2 pretty 2 have u going on

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Thank u for coming to this private moment between me and my grandmother who would’ve loved this shit. I wish I could’ve told her I was trans before I buried her.

goodnight. <3

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