Member, Neptune Society

I’m alone with my dead mother. The assisted living nurse and the hospice workers have gone. I’m waiting in her apartment for the arrival of the Neptune Society with whom my mom had filled out a form and given a $20 deposit thirty years ago to be cremated.

—keep reading: Member, Neptune Society by Sally Ashton

Ode to Drag Queens

Lashes, lashes, lashes
swimming in disco ball petals—
face and body for days. Tucked
and destroying that stage.
Girl, put your glasses on
and read this whole club for filth.

—keep reading:  Ode to Drag Queens by Michelle Peñaloza