Laura A. Lord

There__ a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

The closest thing I have to a spiritual experience anymore is a Mocha Frappe from McDonald's.

We don__ have no say, __ause we was an afterthought. He yanked us up out o_ man__ ribs, but He made man out the Earth. He made him out the dirt and the mud and made him out the world, so man is the world. Women_women just a part o_ men._ Elaine snubbed the cigarette out, tapped the dark leather case on the edge of the table and I watched as another slim, white stick slid free.

He__ a steamroller in my life and I like to be laid out flat. I like his hands on my chest, pushing me down whenever my back turns to the span of a bridge. His hands on my thighs, forcing me flat, flat, flat. Yes. Yes, I like that.