MY COMPLAINT DEPARTMENT – by John Grey
My older brother would tag along after my sadness. He’d watch me stuff my head in the pillow, scratch at the blankets, squeeze the sheets together like the pimple on my chin. “What have you got to complain about,” was his favorite saying. I’d take a swipe at him. It was house money. At best, […]
California Is A Fucking Home Wrecker – by Emily Watterson
We are naked Together When we are fully clothed Save exposed toes And twenty feeble fingers Tracing spine And greeting our corresponding prints with Familiar and distinct satisfaction No sound But the plead and pull of gravitating hips and lips Inconveniently cracked And revived by your invigorating stem of hand There are no words But […]
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