A tangled heap of bones and hide cast into a ditch, this discarded infant bore only one blow before the end: flies are eager for that old blood, rooting into the already-softening flesh to succor and sustain their own
Day: December 17, 2018
Our group is called Addicts Anonymous and none of us know to what it is that any of the others are addicted. We meet once a week in the basement of a library that people stopped going to on account
The last time, we have sex in his car. We drive out past the water tower on North Dearborn, take that left turn onto gravel. I bolt myself to the seat, ratchet my fingers around the headrest. One bare
We read submissions on a rolling basis