My Cardboard Balcony

A Single Sip by Belinda Roddie A single sip from the fountain of youth reverted me back to thirty years old again, and while I felt amazing, truth be told, I was quite frightened of the bold and instant transformation. I had been seventy-two, and now the gray was gone from my hair, wrinkles all non-existent, and body spry and free despite nights long, counting stars when I couldn't fly to them. Alas, my love did not drink from the pool, and so she remained old and dry like stems of lavender. She still was beautiful, but she would pass into an endless sea, while I'd live with fear of mortality.

Pretty Procrastination by Belinda Roddie Dakota would have to write her love sonnet another day.

The Promise by Belinda Roddie Sir, I love your daughter, and to prove it, I shall take her out for froyo and iced chai, adopt two cats with her, dress up as fantasy characters together, and kiss her passionately while everyone is looking. And yes, I am okay with the fact that she proclaims that it is autumn when it is still late August. Because I like autumn, too.

Get Out Of The Tank by Belinda Roddie Mister Lancaster, quite literally, slept with the fishes that night.

Uncle Max's Nursery Rhymes by Belinda Roddie Hickory dickory dock The mouse can suck my cock and once it's done to you I'll run Hickory dickory dock

Sweet Spot by Belinda Roddie Emily was always happy to make vanilla tea for Sarah.

Buzzed by Belinda Roddie You dip the needle in the honey and stitch the sweetness right into the sky, where the horizon meets our bare skin, stingers perfect for making tattoos. Now the clouds are golden and sticky. They drizzle confectionary bliss onto our tongues. I put my mouth on you - the tongue hits the syrup - a thousand hives buzz with dance floor music just for the queen. You drape your lips over mine, and the flavor is utterly obscene, and I can taste it and I can taste it and I can taste it forever.