Bimbo Royalty

Ava Hennen

Jimmy was dead, and I had slept with all of the eligible coworkers.

I give them all a careful look and say things like, “Oooh, this is an extra special egg.”

Finally, one small voice from the tiniest of the nieces near the couch squeaked, “Fuck Gregor.”

Rehab was called Willow Springs

June 12, 2026 | Nonfiction

Now when I see someone hurting, from the loss of a lover, I never say, “You’ll get over it.”

June 11, 2026 | Fiction

There's some man on the internet and I think he's stalking [redacted] and [redacted] and [redacted]

June 11, 2026 | Nonfiction

The sensation of my stomach eating itself into a lovely inward slope sustains me. Keep smiling.

Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.

"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."

-Walker Caplan, Lithub