By Calli Perry-Leslie Copyright ©2025 We bruise these bodies into jeans. They dig into us great. More marks. We worry when we disrobe like we aren’t staring at our mirrors. As our bodies press to our bodies we fade, rocking in anyway our bodies allow. Too much body, not enough body, so many bodies on bodies. We shuffle into cowgirls and cowboys and boot wearing bodies, we tell ourselves the lighting strikes on our love handles are just a way of life. When you and I kiss in t

By Lee Leslie Copyright ©2025 You say I look pretty under red lights when your hands push open toilet stalls with my back against the...