Freshly thirty and newly heartbroken, the second class of our writers' workshop found me at a very midlife crisis time in my life. On Monday, things ended with the man I thought I might
“You want to go to Heaven with me tonight?” Juniper delicately dropped one of the pieces of sandwich into her mouth.
The universe seemed filled with women, aside from my brother and I it was all women and they did everything and chatted amiably amongst themselves,
I couldn’t help feeling they abandoned me in our womanhood when it wasn’t their stop.
The cow udder, Freud wrote, was in its form a penis and in its nature a breast, and therefore the intermediary between penis and breast. The blowjob was therefore the image of innocence.
I arrived to England in a puddle of mortal pain caused by a breakup.
We had enough coke on us to keep the entire party going until sunrise, and when the late arrivals started trickling in, we got practical.
"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
