January 2, 2024 | Nonfiction
Six Vignettes
Ashley D. Escobar
Sometimes he’ll cum on my face, and I’ll have to hear about it in one of his poems.
Sometimes he’ll cum on my face, and I’ll have to hear about it in one of his poems.
I vomited
up a prophecy in a dive bar,
inhaling hot dogs.
On Penguins in Brooklyn
the protagonist feels like
she’s never leaving,
stuck on a moving walkway
in the middle of cincinnati
international airport
in kentucky,
headphones dangling,
she