
"The dismal blue light of the moon splintered through the window illuminating the slab. Gus, the night attendant at the morgue, couldn’t believe his eyes. His Georgia-peach of a high school crush lying stiff, slightly mangled in front of him. A car crash: broken jaw, twisted arm, a once recognizable face. Never able to pry open her vice of a cunt, he now had his chance."




"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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