Fiction

My pride n joy.

Catapult

“Her species procreated through a sacred sermonic skin grafting ritual, but the thought of sex with a human teenage male she found truly grotesque.”

Paper Darts

“I think of my boobs as a surprise secret for Jack, even though we have been broken up for months and he sees them all the time.”

“Nothing good happens after midnight, my mother said.”

Juked

“I poof my hair. I scooch my bra. I Marilyn the mirror.”

Pigeon Pages

Xeriscaped (Pushcart Prize-nominated)

“My cactus on the windowsill is dying, skin withering at the round green edges—which is unfortunate considering she’s my only friend.”