Erin Stalcup
December 28, 2009
You were heading into Brooklyn. You were carrying a guitar case, weighed 89 pounds, no muscle tone or body fat, had an ironic haircut, and looked like something 1979 shitted out. I love you and want to have your baby.
— Erin Stalcup, “Brightest Corners”
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