TRICKHOUSE VOLUME FOURTEEN DOOR TWO, CURATED BY LAYNIE BROWNE FLEDGE BY STACY DORIS
Our dough mix sang as mine
my own crop flew new ones
ow it won’t hurt I just
just puffed it out your feet
so we train to bolt up
but that everywhere cracks
as me, including fruits
belong in oxygen
and such. I know wake up
I’m gonna wear my shift