Boxed shell

How real is this fact That I’m out here, able and intact Underneath shelters and shelters of Clothes, blankets and thick walls Preserved in like a specimen Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten Awake, with a buried heart that wonders Whether there’s a man in aContinue reading “Boxed shell”

How would you like your men, ma’am?

A young woman walked into sky mall. “How would you like your men, ma’am?” A store clerk asked. “How would I like my men?” She questioned, slightly annoyed that the clerk hadn’t figured out her extra picky nature by now. “How would I like my men?” She repeated while thinking out loud. “Just like howContinue reading “How would you like your men, ma’am?”