You come to bed and when you reach for me,
hands eager and fingers searching for substance,
a spark leaps between your skin and mine
A loud snap and we yelp
rubbing our stinging flesh
your finger, the back of my arm
-rjm
loose threads
a smattering of things
recent posts
about
Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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Maybe I’ll ghostwrite book titles when I grow up!
Why Did I Decide to Do This? A memoir in infinite parts
I Never Promised the Poems Would be Good: a memoir
I Carried a Watermelon: dating advice from today’s premiere watermelon farmers
Would You Like Some Context With That? A neurospicy guide to online communication
My Heating Pad or Yours? A guide to dating in your 40s
loose threads 