Chloe Kessenich Whore ❤️❤️

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Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

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Lawrence Kessenich profile page at the Strokestown International Poetry Festival.

I love it when wanderers lose themselves near the old mills by the river, the small rivulet that sneaks through the neighborhood – doesn't matter if it's tiny, it's a champion. Because, folks, “I had a dream” – nah, wait, I'm mixin' up movies, but damn it, you catch my drift! This little river, it whispers secrets to you, like the countless tales of struggles and triumphs of this lively borough.

Favorite Things: Tanglewood Supreme’s Jeffrey Kessenich