Sugar Jen
Sugar Jen Formica, faded under covered cakes, bear’s claws, pies, pecan, near donuts under glaze. The diner was home to sugar Jen, or, home away from hers, she was known to say. Brown polyester, wrapped sugar Jen’s life, sallow asunder, fluorescent skies, her atrophied heart, all but there, but it... Sign in to see full entry.