Sugar Island
Nina Barufaldi
There is a rooster tail of snow and ice behind it, and the roar of the engine enters my chest before he reaches me.
There is a rooster tail of snow and ice behind it, and the roar of the engine enters my chest before he reaches me.
This was only a few months after I lost my husband, and much of that time is a blur. I still felt as if there was something between me and the world. In some lights it was a window, in others a mirror.
good afternoon, passengers. this is your captain speaking. first of all, i would like to welcome everyone to my midlife crisis.
Then, my ex decided that they had to move to New York to build community around doing shrooms, eating olives, and working for NYC Health
He imagines regaling his girlfriend, who is sound asleep across the house, underfucked and on her way out soon, out of his life, that is, a fact unacknowledged by either but appreciated by both, with the news that he’s caught a cockroach.
The nuclear fission that generated heat should not have been survivable after one hour.
I was excited at the idea of killing a man, because I thought I really deserved it.
Loving Someone with Borderline Personality Disorder instructs you to maintain boundaries
I felt really supported and loved when Chelsea cut her bangs too.
“We should be making deals,” Chloe said.
“Healthy competition,” I said.
“I don’t have any Twitter followers,” I said
That night, I spent hours scrolling reels on Instagram. I stopped to watch a monkey on skis.
I must have turned bright red as I watched him spin, dance and sing.
A ground spinner in the shape of Saturn which promises its rings are sexier than all the emperor’s concubines combined, than all of your wishes fulfilled. Poppers and fountains. I think my boss’s daughter groomed me. Rich kid calling in the help to get on his knees and pleasure his betters.
I asked him to bring me some nachos from the mini mart he worked at. We had rebound sex on my futon.
Amazing fucking Grace,
tell them
how you’re production
and I’m consumption
and how we mess around
with gender roles
Every morning I’d wake up, walk to Target and take a hangover dump in their nice clean bathroom