“Intergenerational sex is a trend,” Jeannine said.
“But how many generations can we skip back?”
“That’s grotesque,” Bill spat.
He should know. Long ago, that thing
with the teen. Who gets residuals from that?
Not Jan, she’s middle-aged by now.
We can joke all we want but I was ready to
to stop the count.
Then I summoned my daughter’s wedding.
Won’t skip that.
I’m trying to articulate hunger that
hollows a person out. “Cannibalize yourself,”
Clayton Eshleman advised. If I’m already
bones, what then?
Turn back to Dante, a voice said.
he’s the one man