I live inside a dark cave that I fill up~

the décor is not at all prehistoric~

I painted a huge, basically naked portrait of myself looking furiously happy for the entrance~

no one can enter that doesn’t drop to the floor in admiration~

it’s a very fine painting on a technical level~

I drop my clothes onto the cave floor directly~

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Nell Osborne’s Thank You For Everything is a collection of poems, appointments, wiggle rooms, self-help guides, dialogue scraps, and misery chambers. It skewers the idea of the ‘poet’s voice’ with drab ease, and then skewers that. By turns oblique, seductive, and silly, here is a melancomic portrait of existence in 2024/5.