Motherfuckin House of Hunger
Uzodinma Okehi
and by the way, I wear jeans too, and I’ll fuck that white girl, absolutely, from the commercial, the camera trails her on the beach, she’s smiling, now she’s hiding behind her hands . . .
and by the way, I wear jeans too, and I’ll fuck that white girl, absolutely, from the commercial, the camera trails her on the beach, she’s smiling, now she’s hiding behind her hands . . .
and by the way, I wear jeans too, and I’ll fuck that white girl, absolutely, from the commercial, the camera trails her on the beach, she’s smiling, now she’s hiding behind her hands . . .
They put her flyer on their mailboxes and look at me like she’s dead.
They put her flyer on their mailboxes and look at me like she’s dead.
Seeing a picture of my tits online didn’t bother me as much as it should have.
Seeing a picture of my tits online didn’t bother me as much as it should have.
With snot running down my chin, weeping, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility that this key situation would go on forever.
With snot running down my chin, weeping, I allowed myself to entertain the possibility that this key situation would go on forever.
I have to believe that what I am writing — what I am living through — means something.
I have to believe that what I am writing — what I am living through — means something.
The Utah girls were already asleep. Unlike me, they were going home in a few days.
The Utah girls were already asleep. Unlike me, they were going home in a few days.
She started to ride by his Marigny shotgun until he came out and became her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, a chef who meets with narcotics anonymously, orchestrates impromptu dinners in the backyard of a liquor store.
She started to ride by his Marigny shotgun until he came out and became her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, a chef who meets with narcotics anonymously, orchestrates impromptu dinners in the backyard of a liquor store.
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
And then Greta. I found her crawling toward the lake, on fire.
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
When you peed in the cup, Herman was behind you, watching.
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
‘Did you talk about capes,’ he said.
‘Yes,’ Mary said.
But I don’t even know what a collective is. And I can’t remember if he had tattoos.
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