Glue

There’s a certain kind of man who can smell you a mile away. He’s broken and you smell like glue, like bail money and an empty bed. Like a medicine cabinet and an unlocked door; an open mouth, a full set of teeth, an easy laugh. Warm skin that hasn’t been touched in a long…

The Soft Underbelly

Sex became my way of connecting with the world; of feeling human.  At the same time, it also kept me safely insulated. I’m not sure why I liked it that way but I think it might be because too many men died and I didn’t want to feel that kind of pain anymore.