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by Arti Gollapudi

Arti Gollapudi is a Brooklyn-based comedian, writer, and book seller. Arti's work centers around using humor as a tool to open dialogue about trauma and mental health. She has been featured in HuffPost, Forbes, Brown Girl Mag, Wussy Mag, Garage, Brooklyn Vegan, and Wax Nine.

a poem for bad kisses and bad kissers and the passionless pit that is the dating pool of New York City, which is funny because it is a city that is a cultural capital yet a k hole for any emotional intimacy in your twenties which I hate but love so much that my ass is forever glued to this tar pit rent raising cop infested hell hole I love you New York this is a love letter for you—you are like my ex: spending most of the time blocking my path but every once in a while making me feel like magic

I once kissed a boy

outside a bar in SoHo

his hair reminded me of loose straw his lips reminded me

of flour tortillas and his personality reminded me of both

mid kiss and bored

I reached to touch

the back of his alabaster neck

when he screamed

then he flailed and flicked

A Roach Off His Fucking Neck