Juice Box Girl (After Midnight Moments) I’m a juice box girl, squeeze me, play me like an accordion, box-shaped, but gagged edges. Breathe me inside out, I’m nude, fruity, fractured, strawberry melon, nightshade wine. Chicago, 3:00 a.m. somewhere stranded someone’s balcony memories undefined, you will find me there stretched naked, doing the Electric Slide, taking morningContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Michael Lee Johnson”
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