sexual frustration
TagHero Time
Embarrassed on family spike
Hymn to Post-Orgasmic Neurasthenia / Fugitive Completeness
I feel I am a summer bee
That has misplaced its sting,
Dead man’s hands
“Scratch me”, they whisper as you stand on the bus and the urge grows stronger but the crowd grows bigger and the logistics more impossible, leaving you with this unbearable yearning.
Yankee Candle Impotence
I was depressed and one Saturday got drunk enough to drive to the Yankee Candle nestled in the strip mall on Grape Road.
Residential Developments
It was a neighbor who contacted me, purportedly out of the goodness of her heart.
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It hurts, the back and forth whipping nature of life, and I miss my grandma.
Flipping the Mattress
I can’t remember my dreams, but they’re there.