The single father version of you swears by this place: the loll of tickets from the skeeball machine, the slow digestion of the ball crawl. You will facilitate bonding by consuming oily knives, assist in the orphaning of mole children. Revisit this memory in five years, then in ten; determine how much of it remains.
From Issue No. 5, POST & Present
Jesse Bradley is the author of the graphic poetry collection, The Bones of Us from Yes Yes Books. He lives at iheartfaulure.net.
Friday, April 8, 2016