One in the Morning. One hundred dollars to be loved for one hour by a woman named Beloved. The volume on the rental car radio is turned all the way down to one as you and her wrinkle the leather in the backseat with your naked, dry flesh. One time when… Continue reading One in the Morning (A Ghazal)
He rolled over away from her, the thick and damp lint-invaded plaid fleece clinging to his naked, red, sweaty rolls. He liked to light a cigarette after their sessions to push the musty and personal smell of body parts out of the room. After the first anxious drag of the hot mesmerizing tobacco, his stomach… Continue reading Different Drugs.