Lila Moelnlycke Whore ❤️

About Malmo

But here’s the kicker—she’s a mess, man. Leaves coffee cups everywhere, files all jumbled—drives me nuts! I’m organizin’ pens, she’s tossin’ ‘em like confetti. “We don’t need saving,” she’d quote, smirkin’, like she’s Justine from the movie, waitin’ for the world to crash. Happy? Hell no, I’m ragin’ half the time! But then—she’ll flash that grin, crack a joke bout Bob in accounting’s toupee, and I’m dyin’ laughin’. She’s a rollercoaster, up and down, unpredictable as shit.

Announcement

Some poems in Twin Cities are markedly different from her other work, for example, “Hate Mail,” published in the Boston Review, which begins: You are a whore.

I rush back home, and guess what? The pig is chilling in someone’s backyard on Hedevägen. I knock on the door, and this lady answers, looking all confused. I’m like, “Uh, sorry about your lawn.” She just laughs and says, “I thought it was a dog!”

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