Sunday March 13, 2016
From a sample CV
A stench in the music of his voice he invites
me into the backseat and I’m wary of the way that
his hands dance. “Make a kissy face make a kissy
face” he says taking photos on his flip phone my
femininity is not enough for him without pursed
lips. The sky is shitting hail and he rolls a joint
on my thigh jeans like armour legs spread.
“You want to go to the falls?” I know there isn’t
actually a question in there even when I look
inside the spaces between want and to.