Before he offered
me the internship
he asked me
to floss his red leather
chair. Really
get in there,
he said.
He was betting
leftist money
on guns.
He was running
a campaign
on gangs
and the way
they financially interact
with the masses.
Deep within
his chair, I found
a pair of bones,
a Rolex, and a sick
kid. Oh, him,
said the senator,
I’m providing
for him like you
wouldn’t believe.
Benjamin Niespodziany is a Chicago-based writer whose work has appeared in Indiana Review, Fence, Booth, Conduit, Bennington Review, and elsewhere. His writing has been featured in the Wigleaf Top 50 and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best Microfiction, and Best of the Net. The host of a bi-monthly reading series known as Neon Night Mic, he also recently launched his own indie press known as Piżama Press.