The Paralysis of Reform by Henry O. Puma
20 years
& no list of demands
fuck yourselves
fuck yourselves
i broke up with her again
no she broke up with you
no i broke down in two
24-13 by Dustin Nelson
24
You’re the only person I’ve ever
brought here. Yes, let’s. Chew
on pen caps. Let’s get
you to the hospital after
Platform Shoes by Henry O. Puma
She links around like it doesn’t matter, cynics kissing her ass as she goes, living it up, living it large, living it; colonizing my heart and balls and head. And I suppose it doesn’t, in the end, matter in the least, does it? Or can it?
Henry can be written at henryopuma@gmail.com.
Visions by Henry O. Puma
There isn’t any of that here, no, fuck off with all that. I wasn’t saying — look, I don’t care, it doesn’t matter, it’s only this bass beat I care for at the moment. We’re rolling on, rolling through, heading onto work. You just don’t fucking get it! Well, that’s that, I suppose.
Henry Puma, who’s name is not an unfortunate mistake and who is a former columnist at Girls with Insurance, prefers communication by e-mail: henryopuma@gmail.com.
