Drug Store Love Receipt

3331 Powelton Ave, Philadelphia, PA 19104
[Located near The Flesh,
right above The Heart.]

– – – – – – – – – – –
“There I was, just another/
shit-bag civilian/ afraid
of the cops when I was outside/
afraid of my friends when
I was inside.”
Drugs With Friends,
Car Seat Headrest
– – – – – – – – – – –


(1) Awkward Shoulder Touch.
.. .. .. 1.00

(2) Your Hair, My Caudal Plane, Shifting

An inch off the ends.
You look like the sky,
or an acidic blue day.
No, thats just
your thigh brushing mine.
No, thats just
whats crushed between
your teeth.
.. .. .. 3.25
(3) My Wrinkled Skirt.
We sit in the barley until
police sirens guide our way home.
And you can stumble up the stairs
with words in your head,
too big to be said out loud.
Something about the clouds,
or pennies,
or what you’ll be now
that you can’t be who you were.
.. .. .. 4.25
(4) A Closed Hand.
You said it feels good.
So I said I would give it a try.
.. .. .. Free
Subtotal: Something Silver.
You see,
you caught me with my
head on fire,
mouth gapped,
tongue tangled around a torch you
dipped in your stomach acid,
Set aflame with my need to nurture.
And yet.
.. .. .. 9.50
Tax: Something Gold.
You can have
your house keys back.
They fit around my fingers
like a wedding ring
on a corpse.
And the corpse is still
swallowing pills.
.. .. .. 0.67
We found your friend,
The other night,
when you told me about collapsed veins,
little solar systems in your arms,
He was passed out on chemicals,
and you told me
you still taste the bitter drip.
But you love me,
you love me,
.. .. .. 10.17
Tip: __________
Total: ___________
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[I keep mine hidden, in the drawer next to the
nail clippers and naloxone.]
I take you to the place they heal.
The wired poison,
strange fluid in your head,
it dissolves over time.

You are less of a zombie now,
more alive in electric shock.

Though every time
Mucus passes your nasal canal,
I can feel the growth of
fine haired addiction
moving through your stomach.
I watch it lodge
Somewhere in your spine,
Or in the dips of your gut.

I’ve been staying up,
for coughing
in your sleep.

Listening for the dislodge.

I sit there
telling you: cough it out,
please cough it out.

I make sure you’re still

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Mackenna Chandler is a freshman at the University of Pittsburgh, hoping to zero in on her English major in poetry. She enjoys creating new formats for more typical writing styles, which can be seen in her pieces. In her free time, she reads and writes plenty of styles, and recites slam poetry, passionately, in the shower.