I will exhaust the wallet
of your mouth, prick you
like a spindle, abandon
strollers.
Even though I am as hung
as a beach ball, my hands
are as thick as dreams.
I will exhaust the wallet
of your mouth, prick you
like a spindle, abandon
strollers.
Even though I am as hung
as a beach ball, my hands
are as thick as dreams.
J. Bradley is the Interviews Editor of PANK Magazine, the Falconer of Fiction at NAP, and a contributing writer to the Specter Collective. He lives at iheartfailure.net.