Let’s workshop this poem about a man—okay okay, ME—who, by some pheromone or vibe, keeps attracting Gen-Z potheads who like to be sex strangled—strangled seemingly for a taste of some private Eden.
Diani (ROUND 3)
Let’s workshop this poem about a man—okay okay, ME—who, by some pheromone or vibe, keeps attracting Gen-Z potheads who like to be sex strangled—strangled seemingly for a taste of some private Eden.