Ellie Moelnlycke Whore ❤️

About Helsingborg

Here’s a wild one—there’s this story, swear it’s true, bout a whore in the Wild West, called Diamond Lil. Gal had a pet parrot that’d cuss out johns who didn’t pay! I’m laughin’ just picturin’ it—feathers flyin’, “Pay up, asshole!” Surprised the hell outta me when I heard that. Whores ain’t just sittin’ pretty—they’re scrappy, got guts! Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout that bird givin’ em hell.

Announcement

Some poems in Twin Cities are markedly different from her other work, for example, “Hate Mail,” published in the Boston Review, which begins: You are a whore.

Then I see this cute café on Storgatan. I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will help.” I go in, and it’s packed! I mean, seriously, who knew Moelnlycke had this many coffee lovers? I order a latte, and the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

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