church tit-mouse witch and other poems by Jacklyn Janeksela
so easy to call them chicken bones & even easier to read them should the weather be just right, clank a bell or a chime if you listen up, i’ll tell you where they came [...]
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The Politicks of My Body by Jacklyn Janeksela
The politicks of my body goes like this. It’s none of your fucking business. My body is mine –whatever that means, but it’s not yours. My body might actually hate your [...]
Vending Machine Press 