A.j. Binash - My Instagram Account

Fortune styled
To compensate for the white-out phase
Of internet glory.

Pixelated periwinkle
Bent along the contour of altered hip movement.
Tan lines.
That exemplify discussions of underwear placement.
A million dollar vagina.
A $.10 hotdog.
Some gentleman named Jerry.
Spine wrinkled in a Versace suit.
Blinking because his eyes grow red with lines
Like Skid Marks in a model's briefs.

A priest holds their breath
To excuse Jerry's orgasm.

Sex at the strength of fingernail growth.
Plastic enamel
Right clicking.

A bottle of Xanax,
Placed next to a bundle of bills.

In the background mundane eyes,
That are beautiful in their cliches.

A.j. Binash

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