By: Jenine Marsh
"Fingers reach between her lips, search for and pinch on the wet, slippery thing. Between thumb and index finger, she pulls it out and looks at it: indentations and protrusions, imperfect casts of her molars, the texture of her tongue and the roof of her mouth caught in a fluid animation, smeared with saliva, blurred with softness. A thing of coincidence, a near-perfect sculpture."
Ecstatic Essays is a series of pamphlets presenting nuanced opinions on obscure topics in arts & culture.
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