Last Cut Of The Day

The bisexual adventures of Clammy Hands

Photo by freestocks on Unsplash

Sometimes there’s magic beneath the capes…

I tried to stretch out my lower back without Isadora noticing. She was the last one, the last cut of a long day. I’d already been on my feet for 9 hours; I cursed the holidays & the need for my boss to keep the shop open longer. Isadora normally came much earlier in…



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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms


Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas