19-year-old Beauty Queens
Matthew Ciazza
We cram baby carrots into our chipmunk mouths and cry that the world doesn’t accept us. You pray for your first boyfriend and I pray for my first fuck. We develop Stockholm syndrome with your wax pen in the vertigo inducing townhouse your mom bought to spy on you. We get on like the baby carrots, slimy nubs only tolerable under the influence. You scrunch your nose and ask me, “Would you still be my friend if I looked like this?” “Nope.”
Matthew Ciazza is an actor and screenwriter in Los Angeles. Other work appears in Hobart, Expat Press, and Spectra.