A postcard I opened alone in a warm room, staring at a disconnected phone, hoping the sad, silly ringtone would hit invisible notes and vibrate like the pink toy Lori keeps under her pillow with a voiceless admission of guilt. Lori’s deeper side remains on sultry roads best traveled between her thighs at night. Next to me in bed, she still gets inside my head.

(© 2022 AC)

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