SLOSH-SLURRED IN ALPHABET SOUP

Written By Francesca Bossert

(I THINK THIS IS MY NEW SPIRIT ANIMAL)

There is a warm, drunken element in waking from my afternoon fibro-naps, my brain and body slosh-slurred in thick alphabet soup, emerging but not quite, reaching for fog-drenched sentences, then free falling again. 

The stoner-struggle is otherworldly delicious.
Francesca Bossert
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