Too Fat to Drown

A distorted girl, too round around the edges no numbing mind still embedding into the malleable mush that her fat, clammy fingers cannot hold yet. But let us still stuff an oversized expectation of casual conformities, forgotten deformities into the thick folds of her feeble soul. Running and glazing, two Read more

When I Was Twenty-One

Our eyes met across the smoke filled bar The Boss playing on repeat on an 80’s jukebox I was a big girl doing shots Laughing, dancing and singing with my girls Not a care in the world or one fuck’s sake In my short skirt, ripped tank, fishnets and combat Read more

For Better of Worse

It was a Sunday when the new recliner flew off the Ford, Daddy having failed to latch the tailgate before he roared onto the southbound, following a semi and an argument with Mother on the finer points of the Sabbath. Sunday is a day for rest, not a day for Read more