Occasionally I’ll read a drug-fuelled narrative and surprisingly enjoy it (see Arena of the Unwell), and the likelihood of this is increased if it’s queer. Unfortunately, though queer, Zipper Mouth missed the mark for me. I could see there were some flashes of brilliance, particularly the section where the MC accidentally invited a homeless addict home with her and thought she might never leave, but overall it was just confusing, convoluted and a bit try hard.