I was found inadequate
By 371 lords
They worked on Wall St.
and were sterile
We tried to breed her
Every summer for the past 15 years
But then the carnival shut us down
I was down on my luck so
A fifth of Maker’s Mark and
70s sitcom reruns until sleep
What were you thinking?
A duplex, a dog, and
Ride off into the sunset?
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CORIN REYBURN drifts through Southern California teaching a bit of this and coding a bit of that, and enjoys transmuting cosmic energy, cats more than people, and the use of unconventional instruments in rock n’ roll music. Corin holds an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Oregon State University, and has work featured or forthcoming in places such as M-BRANE SF, Subtopian Magazine, The Molotov Cocktail, Jersey Devil Press, The Gateway Review, Free Focus, Silicon Valley Debug, Clutching at Straws, and Quantum Muse. Reyburn co-produces and curates the speculative fiction podcast SubverCity Transmit.
Get in touch with Corin at reyburnfiction [at] gmail.com.
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