Sarah Carmi Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

D’oh! Nearly forgot – she’s got this scar, right, on her thigh, says it’s from a john who got rough. Pissed me off, man, wanna smash that guy’s face! But she just laughed, said, “it’s all a dream,” winking like she’s Mal from the movie. Total badass. Anyway, buddy, she’s a trip – whore’s the kinda gal who’d steal your wallet and your heart, then vanish into the forest mist. “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling” – ha, she’d say that, too! What ya think, man? She’s nuts, right?

The Whore Becomes a Virgin Bride

CARMI, T. (ED.), The Penguin Book of Hebrew Verse, London: Penguin choices included here, such as Frances' bittersweet, "The Old Whore's. Lament.

Then, you got the river, the Big Fork River. Yeah, it's chill as hell, flowin’ past the east side. A sunset there can make you feel like you’re starved for that cosmic beauty—just like WALL-E lookin’ at the infinity of space, wonderin’, “I’ll be right by you, EVE!” It's freakin' poetic and raw.

Dorothy Ann Pollard, 87, of Carmi