Autobiography (Pink Remix)
A new poem
by Joanna Fuhrman
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Everyone’s childhood was swallowed by a whale. Inside the belly, we dreamed of a future where we’d speed, miles underground, through the veins of a snoring giant princess named New York. Inside the belly, we dreamed of a future where Manhattan would become us, but we would be a snoring giant princess named New York, shiny with orange drizzle and telepathic streetlights. |
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