PSSY BABY is a collection of poetry by

sara sutterlin
thank you to BARBORA TOGEL for all
of the art work in this zine. you can fnd
more of her amazing art here: barborato-
gel.tumblr.com
you can reach sara sutterlin at s.sutter-
lin@gmail.com or visit her website at sor-
ryexcuseforsorry.tumblr.com
i don't think your cum & the club sandwhich i had earlier
agree - fst fght in my stomach
but the glare from my iphone never seems to keep you
awake
in the backseat of a cab, i typed
"my fngernails have a fghting chance to grow when yr
here,
i am too busy putting you in my mouth.
--
poets & stand up comics
always want to die
everyone just wants something to announce
from across the dinner table
"my boyfriend has a huge dick
isnt cutting it anymore
woke up in my own blood
everyone's having fun without you
he points out i misspelled "dairy queen as diary queen at-
least four times in my essay
"ha ha, what a good nickname for you!
later, when im talking to her
i cant stop thinking KNOW YOU'RE HAPPY YOU DONT
LOOK LKE ME
DON'T CALL THE COPS ON US, WE'RE N LOVE!
fngers full of mayo;
soggy bread
ripe tomatos
"i'll be honest, i kind of thought you were bringing me here to
kill me
"what?
"we drove for a long time
"we're on a date.....
"murder-dates happen all the time!
later i try very hard not to fart in your car. you don't kill me.
NTERNET SADNESS
instagram.com/thegirlihatefornoreason
newyorker.com/thestoryiwishiwrore
facebook.com/sheneverusestheinternet/sheisbetterthanme
semiotext.com/nopenotgonnahappen
(forget it)
wikipedia.com/youdontlivehere
CHOOSE LFE
did you hear that?
you're still inside me. i heard something outside. our bed is
right under the window.
what? you're still kind of wiggling around on top of me.
you don't want to Lose t. no matter what's outside, it can't be
more important than cuming.
it sounds like a cat meow-ing into a fan. like, a fucking in-
dustrial size fan.
i'm scared. you groan, you roll off.
i don't hear it, sara, you're nuts.
i can feel you jerking it under the blanket and i am annoyed.
what is this thing? why dont you care? it sounds like its get-
ting closer.
im not going outside
i didnt ask you to, DUDE
anyway, if we die, we die naked and unfuflled, sounds
about right to me
the sound stops. we cheated death (or a cat in heat). we have
boring sex. i love you, but i make a mental note to break up
with you before the apocalypse.
ryan and i get stoned. ryan and i are in bed. ryan likes bongs,
i don't like bongs, ryan likes me, i don't like me, i like ryan, it
works out. in his bed, on our macbooks. i like to look at tum-
blr and ryan likes to look at me looking at tumblr, it works
out. A PCTURE OF AN CE CREAM CAKE. mint chocolate
wet dream oh my god oh my god. i ask ryan if there's a dairy
queen around here? he doesn't even think about it. we just go.
we get in his car. it's 8:45 pm. the sky is a BLOOD ORANGE.
we are stoned and we are laughing and we are hungry and
everything is very N SYNC.
we drive all the way to 72nd and there's no diary queen and
every red roof gets our hopes up but is dairy queen's roof
even really red? (fuck it.) hyvee it is. we walk in with a PUR-
POSE, determination in our steps. i like american grocery
stores because they are not grocery stores at all; they have
doctors on staff and outdoor patio furniture and a bank and
every single store is a mini city. the cake counter is staff-less,
it's too late to get a custom order. there's no ice cream cakes
either. just day old cupcakes (not enough), big jolly festive
birthday cakes (too much). then we see it, at the same time,
both reaching for it with our desperate stoner hands; a triple
chocolate cake, complete with chocolate rose buds, candied
whatever the fuck (good enough).
it costs 14.99$ and can feed eight people. we take it home like
a new born baby. i cradle it in my arms. we keep it in ryans
mini fridge and eat the entire thing over the course of 4 days.
everytime i eat it i am blissful.
stop taking credit for gardens!
your thighs look so good with that instagram flter
tall drinks
ice cream cones
i have proof of good times
i havent been alive in years
--
oh god
i hope my roommates don't hear the friends theme song com-
ing from my room
i said i was writing
you have to make unemployment seem like an inconvience
you can't enjoy it
(EVERYONE KNOWS THAT)
yeah im really enjoying re-watching garbage on my laptop with
a blank word document open in the background.
i wonder if i will have a purple living room one day
my boyfriend asked me what i did yesterday and when i told
him i masturbated and ate a bowl of rice he just texted back
plain rice?
i don't think he'd love me if he lived with me
i don't think anyone would
are you angry it turns out yr not so special
always kind of thinking COULD DO THAT
never doing it
you wanna feel better about yrself, dont you?
OVERWHELMED WTH AN OVERHEATNG MACBOOK
sitting at chilis with your boyfriend
changing your facebook profle picture
babe i love you
babe babe babe babe babe
do i have lipstick on my teeth?
cocaine in yr nosehairs
babe babe babe
babe?
????
i feel weird
people seem to only like the shitty stuff i write
S EVERYONE ELSE A BAD PERSON TOO?
what a sweet thought
i want to go to sleep
search iphone for "good ideas i had
0 search results found
fuck me
babe?
i think happiness is only complicated if you don't think
you deserve it. that's easier said than done, or felt, but in
any case what i feel entitled to right now is this cigarette.
you know, if you don't smoke for ten or more hours and
then fnally light up, your lips sort of tingle and it feels like
a cheap, short lived cocaine high. perhaps the only thing
i feel i deserve is death. it is one am and i have no idea
where i am. i am watching an amish woman eat wendys
fries with such care & precision. her face twisted in a way
that recalls an orgasm or pain, maybe both. there is def-
nitely guilt in there too. i cannot take my eyes off her. her
husband is eating them too, but his face says nothing. it is
neutral, plain, moon like. i type "guilt is not something men
allow themselves to feel. into my iphone and immediately
backspace it. my lips are still tingling. i put my coffee mon-
ey back into my pocket. AM STLL SO FAR FROM HOME.