Lovecraft says he knows about tentacles but that motherfucker never bedded a girl from West Chester and survived She was a toothache that one and she tasted like crackthe the best thing about her was if I was ever hungry could always make a meal out of whatever was making rest at the corners of her mouth can't remember her names is the case with most of them then again I can't remember how many donuts I ate this morning or how many beers I'll drink tonight, tomorrow

Wanderlust and the Whiskey Bottle Parallel: Poems and Stories