One Lip to Earth and One Lip to HeavenTo a smaller than average man – stretched out in the crease of her tongue with one heel hooked over his opposite ankle, leaning back, palms flat, idly massaging the shag of papillae with his fingers running between them – to him, the view would be be
Molly Saltzman
Molly Saltzman is a writer living in Nova Scotia. Works of hers have been published in The Newer York, Black Telephone, and the Neutral Spaces Magazine.
Halifax, Canada
Selected work (3 publications)
Spanish, OntarioSo, I considered the anemone and considered its syllables, and considered the way they decayed in my mouth. They’re not bird seeds.
Pale RiverI remember two other times when you strangled me to death and all that shit. I remember echoes on the Pale River, struck with a jolt of agony. Oh Barbarian! I remember acrid sheaths of caresses or the bites of a kitten moist at your heels!