A Certain Hunger

by Chelsea G. Summers

You who call women the fairer sex, you may repress and deny all you want, but some of us were born with a howling void where our souls should sway.

as a woman between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-six, meant fucking men mired in their post-college morass of cartoons, bong hits, piles of laundry, and towers of takeout containers. These men held maturity at arm’s length, deferring it with a slouch-pelvised, shrugging commitment to slacking.

Some men need to witness female anger to believe in that woman’s love.