Gathered Poem by Skylar Suste

Gathered



cross-dressing angels leave for
a Sunday siesta.

i'm overrated by consumption.

morning crunches are
uncomfortable,
as if stopping virginity.

though

the kitty who is immaculate with furless talk
eats milk.
lapping only.

it was all so ridiculous.

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Skylar Suste

Skylar Suste

Orange County California
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