I wanted to be a sex god.I became a poetnow an employeeI forget as much as I can I watch this cupthat I made for the fliesto drown keep filling thiskitchen with spicesI wanted you to know thisabout the fliesthe cup is an ambushwhen you askI tell you I am fineI don’t even believein godsContinue reading “Ben Pelhan: ‘I wanted to be a sex god.’, ‘unapologetically’, ‘baggage’, and ‘One sad thing about the summer’”
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