Fallout (Crank 3)

other than me. I’d call it fairy-tale,

but it’s more like pornography.

Would you look at that! It’s

ready for more already.

You are some kind of magician.

I’m not sure how long it usually

takes for it to get ready again,

but it definitely is. I don’t think

magic has anything to do with

it. Just a good lather rub. And me.

THE SECOND TIME

Is better than the first. Does

it just keep getting better?

This is probably not the time

to try and find out. Peaks of

afternoon have worn down toward

soft hills of evening. “Guess you’d

better go soon,” I say, wishing

he could stay here forever.

Bryce finishes dressing. Okay.

I’ll go. But only under protest.

He always says the right thing.

“Can we get together tomorrow?”

He smiles. Can’t get enough

of me? Well, the feeling is mutual.

Promise infuses the day’s last kiss.

That makes it the best one yet.

I AM LOADING

My sheets into the washer

when a little voice nags,