Accumulated Ashes

I was waiting to cross the street when I contemplated leaving you. Standing at the crosswalk, I could feel your presence. I clasped my right hand, felt my fingers fold into your palm. The wind picked up as the light switched to yellow, and I could smell your cologne and Chap Stick. I licked my lips and tasted Burt’s Bees. Idling …

Latin Vagina

It was my first time. Some would say I didn’t go deep enough; I was too soft, too scared. The black vanilla stalks scattered my kitchen counter like strips of licorice. My drawers were packed with only dull knives; my stove awoke for hissing tea kettles; my oven broke a sweat for pre-made pizzas wrapped in plastic. The counter was the kitchen’s …