November 13, 2026 | Nonfiction
Quick Sex
Dan Leach
You make it quick for me when you get on all fours and talk dirty.
You make it quick for me when you get on all fours and talk dirty.
You: I can't live in a world where seventy-five percent of anything is perfect.
He sits alone on the beach with his feet in the sand, cigarette in mouth, eyes on the water, though there’s no one out here who knows him, and it’s not clear what he wants, unless what he wants is to be alone, in which case he picked the wrong part of the strand.
I came by to talk. Figured it was time to fix a few things.