Eva Birch

Red Scare

i. The little fascist in me is crushing that little flower, Earlier Me, who jumped the train gates illegally. My crotch was a hinge I couldn’t feel to get me through. Don’t tell anyone it touched the metal. Don’t daddy, …

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Gotta Eat

My colleague is feeding chopped up snakes to the snakes on the conveyor belt. Kind of insane, labour’s a redundancy, kindness really good insanity. Somewhere, the boss releases his spine for the first time. She picks up a fang and …

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The Last Time

i. I feel like me and Nic might still have sex I used to think Why? I Why? I… That little girl It goes Ran down the grassy hill Eluded by it, a snake A furthering bike stand It did …

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