Loserville
︎︎︎︎︎ Iva Moore
︎ Sept 10, 2023
Lived and died a fat seven inches from your closest toe. The gray heads of rainwater blown in. I fought my own omens, their circles. No, I’m not going to die a hater’s hater. I’m like Jesus now, I told you this.
There are few types of women that excite you. You like them with little to no etiquette. A young genius in wet piles of debt.
In that house I made one guess about the next wave of drugs in the mountains. You told me I didn’t know anything about that, which I don’t, and I do.
There are few types of women that excite you. You like them with little to no etiquette. A young genius in wet piles of debt.
In that house I made one guess about the next wave of drugs in the mountains. You told me I didn’t know anything about that, which I don’t, and I do.
Iva Moore is a writer from Waverly, Kentucky. Her chapbook Women Collapse Into / Better, Brighter Artists is forthcoming with Oversound.
Also by Iva: Monogamy