Charlie Stuip

ALL THESE WET THINGS ON THE STREET MARKED "FREE"

TWO STRANGERS
COME CLOSE TO BLOWS
CREASE OF THEIR CLOTHES
SMELLS YEASTY
"I'M SENSITIVE MOTHERFUCKER!"
"NO I'M SENSITIVE. MOTHERFUCKER."
ONE SAYS TO THE OTHER

SOGGY PILLING
SNEAKER
A WHOLE BLOCK FOR LEASE

WINTER

DRINKING
WITH A FRIEND WHOSE CHEEKS
BLOAT INTO FLUSHED MOUNDS
WHO DRESSES SO CARELESSLY
AND CATCHES ME
IN A RUGBY TACKLE

STAR ANISE FLOATING IN WHISKEY
THE AIR SMELLS LIKE SHIT
COLD SEWAGE PLANT
TRAIN HOLLER
HOLLERING
IMMACULATE WHITE GLARE
OF THE CHEVRON REFINERY
THROUGH MY WINDOW

IN BED
A POCK MARKED
LISPING FACE
DROOLS
LIKE SNOW
ON MY BLESSED
PILLOW.

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Charlie Stuip is a writer, video editor, and cook living in LA. Her work is published or forthcoming in Worms Magazine, Spectra Poets, Currents Mag, Midcult, and elsewhere.