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  • Open Daily: 10am - 10pm
    Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm

    3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
    612-822-4611

Open Daily: 10am - 10pm | Alley-side Pickup: 10am - 7pm
3038 Hennepin Ave Minneapolis, MN
612-822-4611
Vanilla, Lemon, Blood

Vanilla, Lemon, Blood

Buddha, Alien
Miner, Jay
Focks, Red

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN10: 1974533301
ISBN13: 9781974533305
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Aug 12 2017
Pages: 42
Weight: 0.20
Height: 0.11 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
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 love excessive happiness. Irene is finally gone, forever. The sky appears brighter, & the sound of traffic, louder. The taste of her blood is really delicious, so I chop the thick blade into the other side of her wet, hairy neck. I've become a red cat: my face is a red cat's face, satisfied to the point of smiling spiritual bliss.

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