- it's been seven hours since you went missing & threatened to kill yourself &
i see it already— in a week, i'll go to some godzilla of a man's house in a penthouse & plan on giving
himmy body— but when i get there, i'll onlylet him touch my ass because that's all he'll want anyway maybe i'll let him kiss my neck or put his hands in my pants if he's slick enoughmy eyes will be—closed or to the sky probably open, i can conjure you above us & force you to watch, tell you, this is the only way i know how to grieve: one bad choice after another. i'll then spend the rest of the evening wondering other ways to punish the dead [End Page 90]
jj peña is a queer, burrito-blooded writer living & existing in el paso, texas. his work has appeared in, or is forthcoming from, hayden's ferry review, cherry tree, nimrod international journal, sonora review, five points, & elsewhere. he can be found on twitter @heckaseuss.