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  • Writer's pictureAliza Abusch-Magder

Autobiography of Pink

By Aliza Abusch-Magder


Emerald rupture, to ruby, pervades

Three rings and pub tab remain, remade


That which the light touches, lush

Raw optimism: flesh flushed, affection gush


Virgin hair, never cut

Yet to see the fictive ‘fuck’


Fried fragments, pink streak

Unknown, ever inhale pique


Avril lavigne, Victoria Secret stink

The Girlfriend video of which I always think


She hates to like it when I call her baby

White lace, pink cotton, savory-sweet panties


Poking nip, prick the tit

Rotten sex, but just the pit


Sold ourselves as sluts

knowing we were mutant mutts


Illustration by Kat Chen


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