Monster’s Lament 3.o
By M.A. Banash It's 11:55 a.m. I'm crouching on the toilet at work. Pants buckled. Jabbing my phone to download an app. I want to get pizza for dinner but I'm too—what's the word?—nervous, uptight, about ordering on the phone. The acoustics are daunting. Figure I should finally get in step with the world and [...]