Epstein Didn't Kill Himself | By Eileen Lynch
Sometimes I forget I’m a diva
then I end up in line for some
basement bar bathroom behind
three Jewish girls clutching
rum punch and Purell.
And the stall has wet garbage
paper maiche’d to the floor,
black limbic graffiti
inch to ass cross the door ––
EPSTEIN DIDNT KILL HIMSELF
a paperclip tells me.
I contemplate adding another one:
restock the TP you whores :)
Eileen is a queer poet and fiction writer based in Vermont. She’s also a waitress, grant writer, freelance editor, ghostwriter, former political operative, and miscellaneous participant in the gig economy. Her poetry explores self, space, and placement, often through brevity and elements of the grotesque. Eileen’s poetry has appeared in Mt. Island. Her prose and political ghostwriting has appeared in The Washington Post, the Virginian Pilot, Medium, and on various platforms for over a dozen candidates and nonprofit organizations.