Life

life IWell move to the suburbs. Well have separate rooms. He’ll stumble into his room late at night, masturbating into a torn Pantera shirt. Hell draw from worn memories of clumsy drunk girls and the Pabsts he spilled in their dented Hyundais.  

Ill hear him from my room. Ill stuff cotton balls in my ears, rewriting Sapphos fragments on blank canvases. Reciting them while I shoot Instagram photos of my cat, without filters. Well send out pictures of our new home, us holding hands on the porchbeneath a smoldering sunset. Someday, we’ll have a white picket fence. We’ll plant daisies.

 

Ashley N. Roth writes, parents, and advocates for animals in Nashville, Tennessee. Her writing has been previously published by The Molotov Cocktail.

Photo credit: Wes Peck

 

3 Responses to “Life”

  1. Chrissy Zawaideh says:

    Jesus, this is wonderful. Evokes such strong feelings, especially at the end. Great work.

  2. Alyson Paige Warren says:

    Probably my favorite piece I have read on the site thus far. Your choices of detail are pitch perfect. You do exactly what this form strives to do – evoke volumes with a few carefully chosen words.

  3. Jayne Martin says:

    I absolutely love this one! Wonderfully edgy stuff.

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