NEW in FLAPPERHOUSE - "The Moon Made Out of Bloated Cheese" by j/j hastain and me

"Sometimes I wonder where my voice comes from
and where it will go next.
My stomach keeps gurgling like it wants to be my voice.I don’t think my stomach can handle American Cheese anymore.
It feels loaded with toxic chemicals."inside the poem, "The Moon Made Out of Bloated Cheese" by j/j hastain and me, at FLAPPERHOUSEpartake of more HERE - https://flapperhouse.com/2018/11/07/the-moon-made-out-of-bloated-cheese-poetry-by-juliet-cook-j-j-hastain/?fbclid=IwAR1U0X_2D0TPR9msp758M45Rj7bky0jWzKtbpDMWXQVwSjp6ynGOfILQ5xQ