#split a cranmuffin

[spudcity]

Happy Days

Garçon, you snore so rhapsodically but hup hup, peach schnapps & Coke Zero with a gumball-green mermaid swizzle stick— I need me a diabetic shock.

I yearned so long to be ensorcelling, yet I’m always a meter maid, never a mermaid. I’d populate this world w’ idlers of my kind, but pistil-less, I’m pissily only one.

Who made me this way? Oh you. Oolong Ma. (Go bury yourself in a sandpit, Ma, while my galpals and I split a cranmuffin 5 ways and watch.)

So here I gig, in this club empty as a tampon dispenser inside the shell of a Texas gas station—still I’ll stand, declaim:

Not enough letters in my soup, garçon! All I’m doing is inging like an atting instrel, I’m rank when I need to be frank!

Just you wait, I’ll hijack all type— My specialty? Scandinavian Modern Pinkface.

– Cathy Park Hong