sex work
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Desire
Let me be real, let me be succinct.
bruce the spider
bruce is idling, finds a small cutlet
3 poems
He looked shriveled, his long hair looked
like a greasy wig with spikes. Sharp nose
eyes, pinched thin mouth, weak chin.
Well-Wishers / Group Sex in the Burns Ward
My beautiful daughter Melissa Sarah Hart died last Friday 24th September from an accidental drug overdose.
Arrythmia
Even before I started charging whatever I could get away with, I dated a man who liked to hurt me during sex.
Demoted To Dwarf Planet
2237. four years after the revolution.
Cattle
His wheezing truck lumbered to the ranch rumoured to have sold dairy.
Anything At All
You can do anything you want to me, I’d said as the whole world went wavy gravy and I slid into my first-ever GHB coma. Anything…Anything…anything at all.
Burning Up
In the afternoons José plays back messages on a grey answering machine, appointments to confirm with Johns by telephone.
Checked Out
Todd sat behind the counter of the Days Inn on a dreary, drizzly winter afternoon checking the night log.