by Carol Casey The August sun has almost spun the straw to gold in the large stack behind the barn. We take turns sliding down its side, whooping in the earthy smell, the scratchy stalks tickling. Not sure why I go down backward, push off so hard. I land with a thump on almost…
by Marc Tretin Because the cake they bought for me had two breasts with cherry nipples, I felt understood by my staff. I was really impressed with its icing, “Welcome Back to Girlhood, And Fuck This Job’s Cheap Health Insurance.” I put two party balloons under my blouse then popped…
by Marc Tretin I won’t get tattooed nipples. The insurance will not pay to move my ass to my chest. At my office I’ll make a flat appearance. They will think I’m brave, they’ll be impressed. I’d play my loss lightly with a feminist twist. Though women lose more body…