Zephyr Zhang 张挚

my car is tired. i have been running over all sorts of things. last night i ran over the harbour bridge. the harbour bridge has a thing for feet. and for tires. i have been driving so much recently. driving everyone away. driving everyone crazy. anyway i have been thinking about getting a horse. i just want to be loved unconditionally. i just want to feel thick musculature under my thighs. i want to be pursued by a jealous lover as i ride into the sunset. i want to steer something living. i want to be the main character. the side character is the horse. i will whisper sweet negs as i feed my beloved horse. your mane is so unique; it’s like you styled it by running through a bush backwards. your gallop is so special; it’s like interpretive dance but faster. the horse cannot escape me. i gaslight gatekeep girlboss too good. it’s important to keep the gate closed otherwise the horse will leave. the horse is dehydrated so i lead it to water. i am a natural leader. i have a vision of gingham tablecloths and apple pie. i am a visionary. we get married in the fall and at night i dream about my ex. of motors and sleek chrome and a dense rumbling.