My lover circles my areola like he’s an astronaut and I’m a crater on the moon. I’m half expecting him to stick an American flag in my side. He strikes a wicked grin and tells me that the sleazy college bar, Wetland, is advertising a T-shirt contest with a new twist. This wet one is […]
Fiction 71
Jessica Anthony: MS. BIONIC MEETS MR. IRONIC
On the morning of his twenty-ninth birthday, Michael Marcone lay naked on his plaid and woolly ottoman with one leg propped on the cushions, the other hanging off the edge in a listless and altogether unattractive manner. He stared at his knuckly toes which seemed, he thought, to grow more hirsute with every passing day. […]