Monthly Archives: August 2017


She says, ”Don’t move your arm. It’s a woman’s nature to want to help. But I’ll adjust it.”   I say, ”Sorry, I’m sorry.”   The huge plastic frame clamps down on my right breast as I realize I tried … Continue reading

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The Queen of Hard Lessons

The Queen of Hard Lessons sits awake at the table, her legs open wide, her knife sharp and ready, pressed against her thigh, she’s been fucked before, she doesn’t ask why. Her eyes are dark circles, heartbreak fills her frame, … Continue reading

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