You Are the Best Sex You Will Ever Have One day you will remember him the way you remember the plot of certain movies—almost sure you’ve already seen it, but not sure enough to say how the story goes. You’ll think of him in the early dark before morning, or in the final hours of autumn before the cold winter falls. And when your husband has already left for work, you will return to him, the first boy you loved, find him in the soft blush of rising, half lost in last night’s dream, half aroused by sun’s first light. You will imagine what might have been, the way it could have happened or would have happened or should have happened. This is how memory works. Time unravels. It’s your fingers that count climax after climax after climax after climax as the clock ticks toward noon. It’s not birdsong that has you humming over the stove at dinner. But it’s no man either. So tell the specters that come in dreams, the distant echoes at dawn, it’s your body you are touching. This sweat, this love, is of your own making.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Marissa Glover (she/her) lives in Florida, where she spends her time sweating and swatting bugs. Her work has been published in The Lascaux Review, Rattle, and many wonderful journals. Marissa’s poetry collection, Let Go of the Hands You Hold, was released by Mercer University Press in 2021. Box Office Gospel will be published by Mercer in 2023. Follow on Twitter and Instagram at _MarissaGlover_.