To You, Meatloaf

By Jason L. Huskey Meatloaf, Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the oh-shit-look-out-for-that-tree! Hot steam torque fills crusted tubes, jogging corpuscles lapping fat platelets about the tracks, until the final pinhole of space catches, love handles of chubby RNA plugging the dyke; Carrie feels the tug, her crotch knowing hell is arriving before her brain [...]

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Reserved For Two

By Jason L. Huskey It’s cold. Nuts-in-your-elbows cold. But here you are, like a child without technology, one who remembers pornography in the form of a crumpled-up copy of a Sears catalogue tucked away behind the pickle-green washing machine– like a man who needs the reality of a wet handkerchief against his skin– one whose [...]

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