by Sarah Rose Etter

Basting uncooked turkeys repeatedly, smashing all the spiders so the worst bugs come to give me company, gnashing my own teeth until they break and then eating those own teeth, smelling things I imagine you do or will eventually smell like and will continue to smell like until we’re both dead. That scent is both repulsive and the most beautiful smell human nostrils could ever dream of.

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