Finding What was Lost

I got drunk and googled you tonight, not expecting to find much. Maybe a comment on an abandoned message board. Something obscure. I don’t know what I was looking for. Pictures, I guess. Naked ones. Of the way you still looked inside my head. And to see how you were doing, hoping you came out of everything okay. But also the naked pictures.

Josh Maday lives about 700 miles outside of New York City, in Saginaw, Michigan. He reviews literary magazines and books for and obfuscates online at His writing has appeared in Barrelhouse, Opium, Rivet Magazine, and Haggard & Halloo.