the Blank Space

Tan Ya Hide
Short Stories
The Others

We’re not shaving the leather

off of dead cows anymore.

We’ve got plenty of oiled-up skin,

with bleached hair,

paying money to hop in

these fluorescent coffins

until their bodies

shrivel into moccasins.

These skinny bitches are

serious animal activists.

They’re making their skin

into their own fabric

until they’re heading to

the Cut’N Up Beauty Salon

for shaved heads and IVs.

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