Before He Was a Dead Arctic Explorer after Paige Ackerson-Kiely He told you his hands were chipped from blocks of ice as he pushed them, cold and rough, under your dress and ran them up the smooth snow white of your torso until they cupped your breasts and with his tremendous arms he shrugged the […]
WEEKENDER If lust dies no one will miss the funeral. Even those Yale students will at times skip class. A brain is like a stone to be thrown across a lake. When I was younger I wouldn’t believe it. You’re a pretty girl and your psychoanalysis is strong. When I see photographs of you I […]
Piece together the eggshell of her face in hotel rooms where she watches herself have sex with you in mosaic mirrors laughing at the Elvis of it all in the car singing into a beer bottle high notes scraping rooftops no tar or flesh can crawl beneath in your pants whispering to your penis secrets […]
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