January 27, 2019


“There’s a Chuck E Cheese on every corner in heaven.”

he said to me, voice shaking, bored again.

Mom was a lesbian so I was a rape baby, still am,

pulling dates in sheer bodysuits,

carrying the crown of the underground

together drugged out and codependent.

“And no one takes your money or ass.”

he said, looking through me, 

squeezing my arms through my stolen coat.

“You’ll have all the dope you can handle.”

he says this and I’m losing him

and none of it matters really

and I’m thinking about all the fresh trim 

he said is waiting for me when I croak.

I never overdose though, even when he’s talking to me

telling me how god’s got slippin slides 

and gas station burritos in vending machines

and frosties with all kinds of flavors and they never melt.

But I don’t go towards the light, 

‘cause I never see it when I’m ten thousand leagues deep,

just like the book if you cut it in half 

and pour out the water.

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Rush Eby

I'm an American writer, and novelist based out of Franklin Tennessee.

 I spent my early adulthood traveling through Europe and Asia before enlisting in the United States Marine Corps infantry where I attained the rank of Sergeant.

 I'm a marketing executive at


and now contribute articles, essays, and fiction pieces to various publications. 

 My first novel Eat Me is currently in pre-publication and I am now finishing my upcoming book, Fetish.



June 8, 2019