Mmm, linoleum floors, my favorite, I think. It’s 7:30 am, according to the analog clock on the wall, and I’m officially pissed at being up this early for my driver’s license exam. “Window 10 is OPEN!” an older … Read More
from here, leaning out beyond their yard. They are fence-prone and rubber-necked. Looking in, maybe. I sense a vulturish curiosity and sink back. Meanwhile, my dad has fallen asleep on the couch. He is darker … Read More
the clacking of his thoughts sound like the anxious machinery of a typewriter, ribbon unspooling into ink-laden pages hammered by shakespeare’s thousand sweatshop monkeys he dreams he just woke up to find his mouth open and full of flies: their … Read More
A Haunting (Woman, Body) His death came first as an aching in her molars, then a numbness in her sinuses, then, finally, a filling up of her dreams with something warm and sharp and spit-pink. A room full of flowers, … Read More
I took a bus home to your nightly reenactments, the ones performed before you ever hid your lighters or begged for air. My blood’ll sort it out, you promised, ignoring London and your heredity, all those veils of ash and … Read More
