after Josiah Morgan’s ‘it’s 2024 and i’m busting my balls trying not to cry’
olives, they’re fancy
pitted, pretentious, proper
salty; i
like the salt
(like licking the tears off of her cheeks:
quite often, actually
(like all she’d known of olives
was brine and pits
(like how she’d drink
brine for the taste, just
(like one martini too many:
and i’m busting
my (burnt-off-in-barcelona) balls
trying not to hurl up bile and brine
(like there’s something missing in a pitted olive
but that hole is it’s actuality, actually)))))
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