Her stage name was Cupcake. It’s not often that you meet a woman when her crotch is already in your lap. But fortuitous. As his eyes rolled back into his head, he dreamed of rescuing her from a life of erotic dissolution. He’d buy her a house in the desert, settle down and bake bright-colored pastries. He licked his lips, imagined them emerging from a warm bath, covered with gobs of frosting. No one could bake like his sweetheart. Soon he would have her all to himself. He closed his eyes and felt the sugar shoot through his veins.

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Leah Mueller is an indie writer and spoken word performer from Bisbee, Arizona. She is the author of nine prose and poetry books, published by numerous small presses. Her latest chapbook, Land of Eternal Thirst (Dumpster Fire Press), was released in 2021. Leah’s work appears in Rattle, Midway Journal, Citron Review, The Spectacle, Miracle Monocle, Outlook Springs, Atticus Review, Your Impossible Voice, and elsewhere. Visit her website at www.leahmueller.org.