The Sarah Zine

Drafted and Read Tonight in Bushwick at Poetry is Gay

Inside you there are two wolves

One is a lady

One is a dog

You must feed one

to the other

I want to show you the drawings
Taped to my walls

Getting weirder by your sensibility
I hope

to have a baby
For the body-horror angle

Making someone who can
Claw my insides, wiggle out

Emerge with an IUD
Grasped by tiny fingernails

Give it a half decade
Lose the plot in California

Testing texting 
what’s the weirdest thing we can do 
like how do we get stranger together

I didn’t tell you when I relapsed
Let my gossip roommate spread the news

No point in being on your radar in that way
My 48 hours alone with strangers
in the party of nowhere Manhattan
Ket fuel     can’t melt      steal creams

I’m here for the shes theys and gays
It’s all for you after all

when Art is anything you can get away with
Anti-work brainwashed find any thing
that matters

Quit my finance job to be an artist now I’m an artist it’s going great 
you did that       thank you

I’m so glad to have been
One of a lifetimes worth of your friends

I’ve found my sisters they’re all they/thems      up the street

And you dont have to say it back 
but I’m glad to know you
to have been known
by you
To be something for you new and fresh and flesh and blooming mold spores in the refrigerator door

Whatever I’m just
Grateful to take my seat 
in the audience of your life, and when you’re over it 
I’ll love you still, off to some new place

And

In the mean time here we are, finding ourselves 
in tufted rooms bound in leather studded jacket,

Sarah North Star
Sarah attack
Sarah housing and feeding the friends our strangers become
Wrapped in the hammock

Thank you 
for keeping me 
on your roster

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Thank you Brooke for having me tonight. P.I.G. Forever!

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With Love,

Kelsea