by Veronica | May 26, 2020 | Questionable Poetry
This building is so nice, clean and well kept, and yet your horrible, flat bodies fit just so under the door and you come in sniffing, tasting, seeking to touch all my stuff. I like to think I’m a tolerant person but I draw the line right here. Literally, with borax....
by Veronica | Mar 31, 2020 | Questionable Poetry
Later, when this is all over I believe I would like to drag the back of my fingernail across the skin just above your elbow feel the press of your lips to the inside of my wrist catch the shell of your ear between my teeth and pull, just a little. Coat my palate with...
by Veronica | Oct 1, 2019 | Questionable Poetry
“Keep your eye on the ball” is incomplete advice. You can look at the incoming missile and wait for it to smack into your chest and you can fixate on the rotation of the stitching while you think about your hands and every single time they have failed you and you can...
by Veronica | Aug 16, 2019 | Questionable Poetry
Well, sure, you may have had a point about simplicity but that doesn’t make living in a wet barrel on the street any more appealing. (My thinking is always clearer after a good night’s sleep in a soft bed, anyway.) And what’s so much more truthful about your first...
by Veronica | Sep 10, 2018 | Sharptooth Snail
Just released in the shop— a space sloth poster with this cutie pie on a chill little space walk. There’s a t-shirt with just the space sloth, too!
