NEW in FLAPPERHOUSE - "The Moon Made Out of Bloated Cheese" by j/j hastain and me

"Sometimes I wonder where my voice comes from
and where it will go next.
My stomach keeps gurgling like it wants to be my voice.

I don’t think my stomach can handle American Cheese anymore.
It feels loaded with toxic chemicals."

inside the poem, "The Moon Made Out of Bloated Cheese" by j/j hastain and me, at FLAPPERHOUSE

partake of more HERE - https://flapperhouse.com/2018/11/07/the-moon-made-out-of-bloated-cheese-poetry-by-juliet-cook-j-j-hastain/?fbclid=IwAR1U0X_2D0TPR9msp758M45Rj7bky0jWzKtbpDMWXQVwSjp6ynGOfILQ5xQ