Matthea Harvey

Introduction to Addiction

Sirs, do you know me? Sugar, we get up because you do.

& you like the hologram daisies? Off & on, yes.

Don't get all and/or on me
like Red Riding, that little hoodlum,
"saving all her cakes for grandma."

Victim may turn blue.

You know I made you that clever
& you're here for us if we'll
just come in to a bit of money

The bottles are beautiful, though.
Beautiful. God. Yes.

Snowglobe Hypothesis
Introduction to a Diction


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