Melanie Franklin Cohn
Melanie Franklin Cohn
I’m sitting with sixteen artists around a table filled with Russian food. As we introduce ourselves, a poet says, “I’d like to share my work with you all later.”
“Now, now! Go ahead!” the others respond.
The poet nods, stares down at her plate, taking a few seconds to compose herself, and begins:
I don’t wanna see you hangin’ round my place
if I do I’ll hit you square in ya ugly face
wit’ straight white vinegar and tea tree oil
’cuz just a trace-a you and my blood begins to boil
Black mold.
Black mold.
Read More...if I do I’ll hit you square in ya ugly face
wit’ straight white vinegar and tea tree oil
’cuz just a trace-a you and my blood begins to boil
Black mold.
Black mold.