spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
A sticky path connects the labyrinth of tents Discarded cups and corn dog sticks Teeth nibbling hand-dipped corn on the cobs Cotton candy art pressed into flowers She blushes as you hand him six dollars Her painted lips the same color as The candied… Continue Reading “Indulgence (meet me at the carnival pt 5)”
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