Cosmogony

In January the birds awakened mid-
flight. In February the bats left
their cave and we called it abandoned.
In March a civilization arose
and fell. In April a ream of gauze
unfurled,

Since they had moved to Orangeville, Trudy found she could no longer distinguish Kevin from other men.

On the morning of my sixteenth birthday I made a list of stuff I didn't believe in anymore.

scare tactics

I grew hands by the dozen
I was a generalized reaching
clasping monster it was
not a dream shared or
otherwise it was neither
yours nor mine nor ours

the scariest

“It was misery, real misery. But, Doc keeps telling me I’m all clear, so I ain’t going to argue with him.”

"What am I supposed to do?"

And christ it's gonna be hot inside the tiny bar where SUMAC is playing tonight. I should've stayed home. Like I always do. An old man on his couch.

i know it’s not something you really need to hear—i’m just one of many fans—but can I just take the opportunity on this comments section to say, i really love how you brush your hair

We fell asleep in our tent listening to coyote songs.

air wants
to hold
flame down

I don’t feel like I’m very good at writing a serious story with super realistic violence and human emotion. I feel like it has to be filtered through some kind of absurd or weird lens. 

Did we go to Boston twice or did all this happen in one trip? I remember two different rooms but we used to change hotels all the time, just to feel like criminals. Once we stayed in an old converted

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unadorned

Lick me with your warm
honey tongue. Give me your port-wine
stain birthmark.

You are your pale
moonlit clavicles,
clanking against mine.
 

Pencil erasers for nipples.

You

The kettle boiled; I made the tea,

And when I turned around,

I saw she’d set the cups and placed

A third one for the skull.

Zero to one-hundred.

please believe me
            when i tell you this
            when i tell you of the high concentration of uranium and thorium 

DROUGHT

Flat water became rare in the house.
We loosened our jaws and drank
sparkling water from cans. For years
now, it seems the rain has gone off
to buy some cheese and bread. There
was

"Late Spring" and "Inconceivable"

Lucy seemed to love being shocking.

I was small and fragile like the antique vases in her parent’s living room, the ones we could lookbutdon’ttouch.

"A Haunting" and "Shape Shift"

Mom and Drew ate tuna melt sandwiches on their porch while a light rain fell from the sky. She pointed to the sun emerging from the clouds and smiled.

We should talk about last night.

"Eve Learns to Dominate," "Farmers' Market," "Small-Town Fuck Geometry," and "Religious Art"

Two writers in conversation.