Stories by
Sara Lippmann

G’night, tweeple: 39 in my childhood bed, stuck here selling knives. Powerball is a losing dream. Down the gullet. Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Sara Lippmann lives and writes in Brooklyn.

We ate wontons until marriage became a tag on a fortune cookie. In a talk about needs he said do you even masturbate. I lied to him. In bed.

Sara Lippmann is a writer in Brooklyn.