She stubbed out another cigarette and read her past in the collected butted filth.
The greed of him left her breathless . . . it was like right up until that moment when he grabbed for her, she hadn’t known to want. She was one girl and then she was another, all in …The last duck of emptiness
Somewhere in Washington, about 50 miles north of my last sip of coffee . . . and I need to pee. I scan the roadside signage, trying to come up with a reason to stop that would just coincidentally involve access to a bathroom. There is nothing – it’s not time to eat and …The magnetic pull of stupid
I say, “If I told you I spent far too much time today imagining the brush of your fingers against my temple, would you think less of me?”
You say, “I could never think less of you.”
I say, “Wait. Do you mean that you could never be swayed from your current position, in …A small bit of less