Minus the Spine

I liked this poem-ish thing on 3:AM Magazine called haircut by Tracy Brannstrom. It ranges between these fuzzy and precise images that sniffle and boil and splooge, and it has an evocative shy little girliness to it. It makes me think of lunchboxes and bobbysocks. Then I looked at the author’s web site and liked the poem-ish thing even more–there is a definitely similar aesthetic there. Like these jello molds. Tee hee.