She Typed This Then Put It through the Shredder
sor I'm ong.
You don’t know?
Look here! No, over here.
You are not going
Till the end. You are here till the end.
Actually, what I really wanted to say is that I really, really, really appreciate you taking the time to read this.
It’s the end.
B.J. Jones lives and writes in Dubuque, IA with his wife. He edits poetry for Stymie: A Journal of Sport & Literature and reads fiction for Prick of the Spindle.