Posted in Almost Dorothy, Politics

Bull Balls


Mom says get outta bed but my fucking back hurts. I love you, she says. But she’s just jealous because she has to go to work. It’s wet t shirt Tuesdays and mom always gets depressed because her beauties hang. I wish I were young, she says. She is young. Under forty. But my beauties hang, she says, like bull balls.

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