Girl Work After Grey Vild Most of them tell me I’m pretty. The first man grabs me rough but fucks like he’s afraid of something breaking. Another has a patchy beard and says how special and underappreciated I am. It must just kill you, he says. The one on Tinder asks if I have a…
Category: Issue Six
Two Short Stories by RL Goldberg
Hatred I do have an anticipatory view of my life. What I expect: someone, a woman, or maybe a very muscular woman, always waiting on the other side of the door. When I open it, she says, “I’ll give you something to cry about.” We begin to talk about this, my therapist and me. She…