poetry by Alex Guarco
I ask him what he thinks Hell is,if he’s ever thought about it. He says,an eternity with your mother.laughing, he sinks into the couch,sips from his glass, Jameson, Cokethumb-clicking his way through our evening,sinking, sipping low until his eyes follow suitas predicted.
Alex Guarco is a sophomore creative writing major at Susquehanna University. He's president of SU Slam Poetry and a member of the Ultimate Frisbee and Club Volleyball teams. Alex has appeared in Outrageous Fortune, Variance, Tomfoolery Review, and Essay.
Coming next week: fiction by Aaron Abel
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