Any Man

by Amber Tamblyn

I want to take off all my fingers like pen caps and write blood all over this room.

just listened to the distant farts of an incoming thunderstorm.

Is a duck’s dick damp, Donald, of course I have, everyone’s fucking read it, it’s the Dispatch.

I cry until I evaporate.

“How can you go on living when you’re now being lived in? When you’ve been invaded?

We are a country that capitalizes on the fetishizing of felonies.