From Issue 10: Romaine Lettuce

Romaine Lettuce Christine Aletti the heart is the bitterest part, you say. And i, idiot body, am so wrapped in leaves and laughter i can’t stand to hear the crunch. you always want to keep me from undressing entirely. it’s the cocoon that interests you, the passageway you whisk with platitudes while i, bitter brain,…

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