by Meg Curran
I'm going to become a trainwreck so
he will be embarrassed. Super glue
their doors and windows shut at night
then feed fire ants into the cracks.
People will ask what's wrong with him
––being with her? I'll cry later in the
dressing room (my house).
I don't fuck nearly as many dads as I
should. You look like a younger version
of the beekeeper named Mark who
volunteers where I work. You remind
me of Bo Burnham but in a raccoon
type of way. My husband says you
need to brush and oil your beard. I
can imagine how your beard feels in
If I shouldn't fuck his dad as revenge,
then why would God make it so easy? I
mean there is literally no other option.
It is common lore. This is gospel. And I
would have no remorse.
Spite has gotten me further in life than
anything else. Is that not a type of
happiness? I live a happier life once I've
So, what the hell am I supposed to do
now? Does revenge find those locked
away in permanent slumber? Can I
borrow a shovel? Have you heard of a
Ouija board? We will gather the best
scientists in the world to bring him back
Meg Curran (she/her) is a Georgia-born writer and editor. She currently lives in Norway and writes mostly about belonging, culture, heritage, and food.