Vanilla, Lemon, Blood by Alien Buddha

Vanilla, Lemon, Blood

Alien Buddha with Red Focks (Illustrator)

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nonfiction poetry
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I lick both sides of the meat cleaver. Her blood tastes like rusted honey. Grinning, I look at the body on the floor, felled like a weak question-mark after a joke. "I dub thee, DEAD " I shout. "Hip Hip Hooray " I feel intensely celebratory. I lov...

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