Julia Teeluck | WASTED

WASTED memory slips through crooked fingers, reaching for seventeen and its promises we were skinny things cocaine eyes and cracked lips sharing cherry gloss between classes ‚ÄúThinner is the winner‚ÄĚ we sipped Diet Coke at lunch a sky-blue cafeteria melting grease and thick laughter plates of poutine and pizza a game: how long to eat […]