Hen is thinking about taking up smoking. Hen isn’t sure where between Henry and Henrietta they lie so they want to erase all secondary sex characteristics altogether. Hen imagines their body as a featureless line that smokes a pack a day. Hen wishes they looked like a finger.
When Hen is a child they have another name. When they visit their grandmother their uncle chainsmokes in their face and they are complimented on their milky child teeth. Hen smiles through the domestic smog.
When Hen makes love to themselves they use two fingers. Their fingers are long and feel more grown up than the rest of their body. Hen licks their fingers afterward and then dips them in the nearby ashtray so they’re fuzzy with cum and ash. Hen decides against smoking today because it makes your teeth yellow.
L Scully (they/them) is a queer writer and double Capricorn who recently relocated to Boston from Madrid. They are the co-founder and prose editor at Stone of Madness Press. Find them in the ether @LRScully on Twitter or @cavemaam on Instagram.
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