They call it urge surfing.
I call it swimming against the Gulf Stream
Naked
In the dead of night.
Tag: hunger
The Dry Taste
The cat falls
over on the kitchen table
after pushing into
a purse, a box of cards, the cover
of a laptop. Everything
she tries to rub
alive and convince
the genie inside to grant
her the single favor
of a scratch on the jaw
collapses
inert before slipping out
from under her
rapacious reach. Continue reading “The Dry Taste”
Shannon E. Williams 