Kleptomaniac, All I’ve Ever Been by Farrah Fang

Kleptomaniac, All I’ve Ever Been by Farrah Fang

Admit: In the mall, they cried lungs. Carcin- ogen. Interrogated receipts, those papered numerals committed crime. The jewelers, cologne salesmen too, went to bed every moon with some holy warmonger. That air hockey breeze that parted emo bangs like saltwater. Despite all the cin- ders sewn into the arms, all the protests that covered the bodycraft. Yes, the park- ing lot “curse” sunk the interior walls. Most of the Lego city, if they re- member…