Amanda Killian

I Tilt On Woman Like Windmills

Everyone regards you as the king of understatement.
The problem is this consistency is constantly a snot
running down your walls, and you’re speaking
from a refrigerator. As a comment on the vagina
you’re put it in formaldehyde. I can’t ejected enough
come­here for you to take a stand, with my hand in mine.
The madness of first maternal impressions – An organ
of echoes, sludge, and a future mountain range of eggs.
His, his, his. My finger held by a small fat fist.

Amanda Killian lives in Brooklyn, NY.

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