Glue

There‚Äôs a certain kind of man who can smell you a mile away. He’s broken and you smell like glue. You smell like bail money and an empty bed, a Christmas bonus and a mechanic who owes a favor. Like a medicine cabinet and an unlocked door. An open mouth, a full set of teeth,…

No Tell Motel

You only felt pain radiating through your bones, your fingers tight on the steering wheel, your other hand pressing down against your thigh to calm the ache.