A/N: Here you go, Jennifer. More strange stories.

the tan pages give you smallpox

raspberry tang, you know you are

the blue ones lick the blindness

from your robin's egg eyes

visceral penumbrance, proletariat

I keep one in a drawer

alongside Victorian spoons

gravity, oolong

makeshift whore

lemon meringue, finally

washing through

chrome and marvel

the decadent gash

cheating rum, freedman's tongue