stephanie athena valente
You’re so young.
I’m so glad you’re not dead.
Can we split this?
We should climb a mountain.
I’m neurotic, I want to know what you think.
How would you feel about becoming the governor’s wife?
Well, in a few years, you might be incapacitated. With babies.
I never told anyone this before. Not even my ex-wife.
I want to give you ten thousand dollars. I want you to be happy.
Let’s get married. Right now.
I’m a feminist. You didn’t think I would pay for dinner, did you?
We would be great at being rich. Spend it all on spas and shit.
I think…the sluttier, the better.
Sorry I flaked out. I had a kitten emergency.
I just want to date your hair.
Stay with me.
It’s official: you are a fox.
Stephanie Athena Valente lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her published works include Hotel Ghost, waiting for the end of the world, and Little Fang (Bottlecap Press, 2015-2019). She has work included in Reality Hands, Maudlin House, and Cosmonauts Avenue. She is the associate editor at Yes, Poetry. Sometimes, she feels human. stephanievalente.com