Highly premenstrual thoughtpennies
I’m pretty sure the whole human race is choking on me like a fishbone.
by Emma Baker
If you blended my bones and made me into a pill, I think I would give you bad dreams.
I’m pretty sure the whole human race is choking on me like a fishbone.
If you wrapped me in ribbons mummy-like and then unwrapped me, you would get
approximately fifty thousand dusty ornery butterflies.
I think my ingrown leg hairs are fighting some war of attrition.
I regret to announce my acne has decided to invade the surveillance state. I’m going to find that
one archery student and she’s going to make the ice cream look like Saint Sebastian.
When you pluck off my fingernails, please make a kalimba.
Emma Baker is a poet and university student from Los Angeles, California. In her free time, she enjoys embroidery, listening to music history podcasts, and collecting interesting rocks. You can normally find her proofreading the specials chalkboard at her local coffee shop, or reading poetry any time, anywhere. Previous publications include The Citadel.
