milkteeth by Natalia Sperry
where do you go when pink spring outgrows you?
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
where do you go when pink spring outgrows you?
that night made you change your mind about hating the people that lived there
We’re sitting with tangled legs, elbows propping fruit-heavy bellies skyward, brushing hair and daylight out of our eyes.
...the past / now an anthem leaking out of car windows, / grief exquisite as a teenage tenor out of tune ...