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Poison Sumac

My body lies, tells the truth, but lies again. Sweet discharge, then inflammation. You on top, breathing as I receive. Delivery insistent as vines. Once you climb inside, those...
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Back Exam

X-ray technician holds film to light, whispers aloud: “My God you're constipated...”

Father

I am ashamed of my schism, my contortionist brain and tongue. Told status is a ticket to love. Take hurried notes on how to be righteous. Worship Satan at...
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There’s poop in my underwear

https://soundcloud.com/user-674857679/theres-poop-in-my-underwear when my wife gave me shit for the poop in my underwear I had, had enough of it I can't help the crap on my hanes I said plain but she...

sorting old photographs: Lisbon

while I waited for a connecting flight in the Lisbon airport I found myself seated opposite an elderly man in a red hat bearing, in bold script Hot Stuff he looked...

Napkin poems

By closing time the pretty ones looked tired too. That helped. The bartender wiped down the counter like he was erasing a crime. A man I used to sleep...

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Hollywood

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If only

she had said, “A talking snake tried to tempt me into eating the no-no fruit but I didn’t listen” instead of, “I know something you don’t know” I’d never have tasted her juicy taunt.

Surprise!

"I need something positive," I said. "I farted 5 times," she replied. I had no idea marriage would be like this.

In protest of morning

Dear Sir or Madam, I would like to protest the morning. I am smoking too many cigarettes. (cough, cough-spit.) There is sleep in my eyes...

A £1,000 TIP

My mother and her husband are talking to a married couple from Wisconsin probably the same age They describe themselves as nice but very stupid and have been on a number of cruises before one which...

saying goodbye

reading Leonard Cohen by candlelight, visualizing bonfire night, your birthday were you still alive under that streetlamp, we could walk together to your bench and talk awhile it’s what we always did best— just talk,...

Everything Shines Brighter in Her Hell

Everything shines brighter in Heather’s hell with piercing visions of uncomfortable truths. Old MacDonald still has a farm because society requires sustenance. No one wants to do the...

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