Here is a picture of a bat erection, lookin' so good, to accompany the announcement that I have a poem appearing in the current issue of Bat City Review! Who cares about a poem, though, when the issue also contains anatomically-correct foxes with full-on penises drawn by a child E.E. Cummings? Oh, look at that, for once in my life I had a reason to post triple-X wildlife dick and I took it, because in this case it is so so appropriate to the situation.
The first week I worked at the diner--yes it is a DINER, I am a "broad" now I guess--I received so many rejections that I actually began to fear my mailbox, and not just because there are wasps living in it. I took this to mean that God had recently cut himself a fresh Joker mouth to laugh at me through. HOWEVER, the Joker mouth soon changed its tune and began to french me, because in the last month I have had acceptances from Quarterly West, The Cincinnati Review, Witness, and Copper Nickel. Does this mean...do I have to work at a diner forever now? Is this the worst good luck charm a person ever had?
