I'm Regina Small. I'm a writer and editor in NYC. I'm a senior editor and reviews coordinator for RT Book Reviews, a Brooklyn-based magazine dedicated to covering women's genre fiction. All opinions are mine.
Interests include: sci-fi/fantasy, literature, summertime daydrinking, trying to be a better person, fancy manicures, cooking, absurd humor, philosophy and the role of irony in the modern world.
I don’t want anything from him
except his red apple heart.
Something I can bite into quickly
without making a mess.
If you asked him,
he’d claim he’s never met anyone
kinder, so please don’t say anything
All I want from him is his love.
The fruit of it. The sweet stuff.
All I want is to keep it inside of me
and then move along, because
I don’t like being touched more
than I liked being looked at.
Is it so terrible that I want
to be bigger than him? That I
don’t want to want more than
I need from a person?
I don’t think that’s bad, but
people keep telling me to
apologize for chewing with my
mouth open, so what am
I supposed to do with a whole
heart in there?
How am I going to eat it quietly?
Just give me the thing with no
hands so that I can go to sleep
without them around my neck.
I don’t want the body of love
like I used to. I don’t want to
Well, maybe I do, but not now.
When I close my eyes, I’m a statue
that he wants to run his tongue over.
When I close my eyes, I cut it off
and keep it.
Is it weird that I find Taylor Swift so annoying I don’t even really want to parse why exactly that is?
Publicist: Where can I send [2 titles]?
Me: [Gives reviewer addresses]
3 weeks pass, reviewers tell me the Friday before a Monday reviews deadline that the books haven’t shown up.
Me: [emails publicist]
Publicist: [out of office reply]
Me: [hangs self]
Whatever you may think about the ALS ice bucket challenge, you must admit that it’s a brilliant use of meme culture.