IN NEED OF A SHOWER by Thomas Osatchoff • Cleaver Magazine
In the sour aurora borealis of our political reveries every bruise dives together in a drink of lead paint pouring out of smoky eyes poked out at the broken border again we were stopped at the dirty border again doing the thirsty gecko in need of a hopeless shower... we'd rather have thirty legs and arms cut off in a hurry than let go of the neutral internet cut off