Jonathan Acosta-Rubio
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Drink.
Write.
Fuck.
Love.
Cigarettes.
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Jonathan Acosta-Rubio is a member of Core [C.O.R.E].
Art
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Grocery Store Romance Pt. II
Lemon juice bites into the open wounds of my cuticles. I wince, then think about the sacrifices the morally virtuous must make. And I sigh for them. And poor Auggie. Salmon. Wine. I always do my best …
Grocery Store Romance
The phallic essence of asparagus, in every manner bothers me. My piss is awful and dark. Tonight, the gangrenous almonds and the cunnal hue of the salmon will impress her. I do it all for her. Seeing …
Escaleras de las Almas
OUR FATHER, WHO ART IN HEAVEN, / It was a sweaty night. Damp regrets clung to everything like grieving barnacles, in the moonless dark. The scene was stale and what didn’t move was devoured by wha…
Autoerotic Asphyxiation
You still made me feel cheap, / even in that 700 dollar suit. / Your voice and its wool chafe / rubbed me raw. / I couldn’t breath. / You were talking to him / and my tie was too tight. / Ha, a…
The Most Beautiful Beacon
HE RAN HIS hands through heavens silk while she lay sleeping, letting her hair slide slowly through the thick cracks of stubby fingers into beautiful rays on the old pillow beneath her head. His sad …
Fear and Loathing aboard the Pequod
Call me Raoul. There I was, some time ago, on the verge of a revolution. My own personal war with the man I had become and the man I wanted to be. Armed to the teeth with rhetoric and six guns, bar…
