Susan Brennan

butterfly hair fire in both hands the long thighs of wandering a gold coin in each eye winged ears just like all my old lovers in striped pants he flings me a sword (god has escaped – quick! let’s find the fucker!) on his storm boat rain combs our hair silver shells tumble we slip […]

tickertape under flashlight your bruised smile self-help has me eating oranges it’s the French-film phase of my life marbles tossed in a tub sugar smoke wavers all the skulled-in hives of our sweet demons blister forgetfulness the way neon blisters and glossy eyes swim up for words I’m a foolish arrangement of intimacy I’m so […]