Say You'll Remember Me

by Abby Jimenez

The gnawing discontent of the last two months was finally quiet, and all I could think in this moment of relief was that I was kissing my wife.

“Well, to be fair, you didn’t have a butthole, sweetie.”

I didn’t have to be strong anymore, I could be a worm and he’d be a worm expert

She was looking at me the way she looked at mustard.