Words: Eve McIntosh (She/Her)
Artwork: Lizzie Eidson (She/Her)
when Daddy drives, he excavates bejeweled bogeys between thickets of pine and spruce sprawling up there in his nostrils, rolls down the windows, flicks them at other Audis.
catching the kids in the whisky cabinet between
third floor atriums, framed tax rebates,
lime green eco-model Nutri-Bullets,
Mummy gobbled trust funds
to pay for invisalign
(and a stronger bite).
“I just can’t live without my egg-timer!”
stigmata spoils family-Friday-night-TV-dinner
with a turkey fork through bleeding palms
take three days rest & respite.
rejecting constant
conservative
nightmares,
hol(e)y
socks
sing.
