Days of the Week Underwear

Her belt was a little too big. So for the whole date she had to push out her stomach to keep her jeans from falling. Uncomfortable, but she figured if he likes me like this, I'm golden. But the real reason and the unthinkable outcome was that she was wearing her Wednesday panties on a Friday.

Transfer Student

Jens walked down the sidewalk in bare feet, letting old leaves crack beneath long, Danish toes. He liked the slow hardening of his feet beneath him. He sang, in elemental English: Why she had to go, I don't know, she didn't say. I said, “Something's wrong!” Now I long for yesterday. He was experiencing a rapid series of new thoughts: Every man is all men. In every organism, there is a microcosm. This sidewalk may still be warm from the passing feet of a beautiful girl. Then he stepped on the band-aid. It wasn't a normal band-aid, warm from the passing finger of a breathless child. It was a band-aid specifically for knees, a huge, pentagonal band-aid with a soft heart, a heart that held the yellow and blood of a serious wound. “Jeg bande den dag du var fodt!” he snarled. “America!”

Metro Sex Ad: Whats Ur Coat of Arms/ Touch Me

(for eric)

hey i'm a suit of armour, right
from 1300 after christ!
i'm on 5th ave, i'm in the met,
and yeah, i'm missing one gauntlet
but OMG my greaves r great
(just FYI no chain, all plate!!)
my nipples r bronze and erect
a sword on me's a sound effect.
like grls or guys whose lips r soft
who like art/ go to the met often
touch me; set off my alarms
but need 2 c ur coat of arms.