A little after midnight, my head lifts off the pillow to the sound of static. A screen crackles. A siren issues a warning. Something is breaking, like an insect cracking through amber and crawling up through the millennia. This is a test of your consciousness. At dawn, I awaken to
Slipshod tread, plop – into a ready-made grave. Bethany’s tracks were followed into the thicket, cynosure at its finest. It takes a perfect creep to pull off this kind of abduction. Larvae and forest swathe her from head to toe, wrists and ankles broken – necrosis, vulned
the world is always more full of women than full of men, I know the idea of more women always sounds more exciting than the idea of more men, I don’t know how it happened, that the unbearable lightness of being is really the unbearable weight of feeling, we say
almost (adv) after Amy Wolstenholme A friend says the most essential words in our gut are never truly accessed, like the words in a dictionary, amidst which we search often for flabbergasted (verb) or bamboozled (verb), but never almost (adv): we almost always miss it by an
The alarm on my watch jolts me awake. The window blinds are programmed to open to when alarm is set to go off, and as such, soft light fills the room. I get up with a groan and rub the sleep from my eyes. The infotainment screen descends from the
Theorem as it was as bale and bale across a dew singed plain settled in silence and so side and side they went in pair to search for conjectures of breadth–only to split at angle’s base like raised arms in plea to close their eyes and feel their ankles traced
When you’re dehydrated You’re facing absolution, You’re subtracting from Yourself. You can Add, if you pay attention. The world is a set up Distraction, illusion From the whole point Of hydration. Is the body its own security, Own cell and guard? One time, a whole lot Go against a whole
In the Hespian Woods, I had a childhood friend, a wind demon. His name was Auriga. We used to glide through the woods together, me on his back. Auriga was wiry and very deft, easily flying through twisted boughs and matted roots. Together, we learned to slip in and out
I looked at life snuffed out of a black man like he were my mother’s pagne, lunging from the shadows of blue uniforms like earth escaping flood, ark seeking land. I wasn’t there but I know him and how his skin pores broke into bells that couldn’t take a
Mother. Ravaged. By. Soft. Heart. By. Men. With. Dead. Nails. Gums. Livers. Fists. Daughter. Witnessed. Weeping. Bruising. Cowering. Fridge. Bears. Broom. Smile. He. Tried. To. Beat. Her. Clean. Steered. Us. Into. Oncoming. Traffic. Shook. Hands. With. Kitten. Neck. Called. Me. Cunt. Asked. Me. To. Piss. For. Him. Camel. Cigarettes. Mohawk.
