My love sits on the stove like a cat with an oven mitt for an ass.




(No Ratings Yet)I don’t belong to a political party, because I don’t feel invited.




(No Ratings Yet)My feelings for her faded from black to red. Was I in love—or in hell?




(No Ratings Yet)I was born in 1982. That’s like 1984, except not so dystopian.




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