Art

if hands were run-on sentences 

Poem by Avery Parrott up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down my back and knotted into my hair trying to figure out these buttons and where they’re all coming from silk and sweaty cotton contact coming and going patchy and distracting and oh my god oh my […]

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17

Poem by Avery Parrott another dumb thing about being 17 being seventeen feels drier than expected less dancing queen, more broken social scene not even a fraction of the thrill  it was advertised to be and everything i want  is sitting ten months away from me  so it’s safe to say i do love you […]

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gardening

By Avery Parrott sitting out front, watching you weed the sassafras the afternoon drenches us in heat, as cars pass hell’s bells never sounded so melodic you’re standing so tall in your big boy boots and i’m covered in pollen tear my hair up from my head like you’re ripping up dead grass from the […]

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why can’t i tell you about the wet dream i had

Poem by Avery Parrott   stop covering your ears stop covering your ears why do you insist that i’m innocent? what are others guilty of that i am not? i saw the way your face changed when i told you about that wet dream i had   shame grows on me in branches covered in […]

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