“I’m made of ceramic or white porcelain” by Ryan Evans

I’m made of ceramic or white porcelain and my arms are string ragdoll physics dragged off the table and smashed into pieces swept up into a dustpan carried carefully across the kitchen around the other pile of dust cereal and thin strips of onion skin dumped into the garbage can the smell makes what used to be me gag but I can’t gag anymore it … Continue reading “I’m made of ceramic or white porcelain” by Ryan Evans