Bellies

by Nicola Dinan

There were a million interesting things to say and I couldn’t think of one of them.

“There’s nothing more boring than a hot person who doesn’t know it.”

He’d once told me it was a scary time to be a straight white man in the workplace.

She looks like an ally. The kind that doesn’t know any queer people but makes her boyfriend watch Drag Race.

I’m dancing with Bratz dolls in a fish-eye lens.

Cass, like many women our age, thinks fingering soil and watering shit will bring her peace.