Prose & Poetry

You held my wind whipped cheeksin your calloused pale palmsand told me, just how tendercheeks can

You should have been my master and I should have been your slave: Then, oh, what

Flashback: Jan ‘96, my first day at Hasbro Toys. Mattel, our nemesis, launches a hostile takeover.

I woke up stale on the chaise lounge, yesterday still on me. A shower, enough hope

I eat Triscuits out of the box One already in my left hand while I finish

There is no tidying up of the animalthat is the human soulYou once told me when

In my constant cry for a mind’s cleaving and the panting fear of my own corpse’s