HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE CLASS
drew kalbach
You can't deny an ascetic his mastication You can't price tag poorly built children’s beds They came back as book burnings they came back as rusted shopping carts in a plague His rabbit's mouth and horse-hair smile were stuck in the background stuck swimming through slides You can't cut open a stomach and sift through the contents without plaster masks of goats rubber gloves vats of Vaseline Bald and plaid go together bald and tiny feet ride the same bus If there were a cohesive structure we'd call it gothic vomit and spit-up His designer bag was strapped like a dildo He wore his jeans and meant it