
VESSELS by Jennifer Love
When anger threatens to disturb my indifference towards the customers, I breathe deep, I take smoke breaks to cool my nerves in the gnashing waves.

When anger threatens to disturb my indifference towards the customers, I breathe deep, I take smoke breaks to cool my nerves in the gnashing waves.

Unbeknownst to you, you were in a ménage à trois with me and depression and I was only able to pleasure one of you.

His mom made a quiet bleating sound under her breath. Fear bolted through him, but now he was seven and so he stood his ground.


Ultimately, she accepted me, weird diet and all. And last night, for the very first time, she slept over.

But maybe it would be good in some way, this sudden death of his, maybe it would mean his son Jason would move back to town and stop chasing that stupid life as a YouTube street magician.

There is a red lipstick stain on my shirt from when we hugged. Mocking me, the way that stains do.

This seems to make her feel better because she sucks the wing real good like she’s trying to make the bird cum while she tells me that she wishes her daughter was more like me, minus the whole losing my hair thing obviously.

When Jimmy felt ready, he held the tip of the safety pin to the side of his left nipple and pressed it in.

The thing is I’m not having a stroke. I’m drunk.