no ants in the sugar

: “The day she married me, it rained sugar. The day she divorced me, it rained blood. The day I met your grandmother though, it didn’t rain at all,” the man said. : She blinked away a raindrop. The clouds

her slingshot legs

I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs. “Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said. She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”

the laughing lake

Twelve hours burn and the sun crashes below the horizon. No one knows because no one looks for the wreckage. But the moon knows. On windy nights, I see her laughing on the surface of a lake. {flash fiction ~