Betrayal of course is the great human crime. As I found out when I discovered my lover was betraying me, even though I was betraying her too with another woman. The bitch. Unbelievable. You’ve only got to watch reality TV to know this is absolutely true. Even though reality’s always something of a twisted funhouse mirror. Distorted. But that’s the point isn’t it? You still can see yourself, sort of. And her, of course. So you know it isn’t just fucking fiction anymore, it’s fucking betrayal! So long, Baby!




Ed Higgins has had poems and short fiction appear in various print and online journals including: Monkeybicycle, Pindeldyboz, Tattoo Highway, Word Riot, Concho River Review, Foliate Oak, Ayris: Art & Literary Magazine, and Blue Print Review, among others. My wife and I live on a small farm in Yamhill OR, raising a menagerie of animals including two whippets, a manx barn cat (who doesn’t care for whippets), two Bourbon Red turkeys (King Strut and Nefra-Turkey), and an alpaca named Machu-Picchu. He teaches writing and literature at George Fox University.

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