Susan bought a gun that shot doors into things. The doors were small and led to incredible places.

Liz and I sit up with a start.

Well look, the radio says ... 

An envelope with my name on it, xoxo.

We receive phone calls inviting us to the ocean, (a beach day!) but of course we can no longer fit in the sea. We are too big for open waters.

We met in the pathology suite ––me the medical student––you the corpse.

We had a crab dinner at my uncle’s that night.

I’ve bought more used Automatic for the People CDs than I can count.

TO LOUISIANA

I cry because of
how much time
we lost of my childhood
not singing in the front seat
of the white truck yelling
swing low
sweet chariot
coming forth
to carry me

One day, recognize your malformed loneliness like a tumor in your throat.

The first thing I realized was that my legs weren’t broken.

Welcome. Please don’t take my talking as an assault to your personhood. 

Treat

I want to be rewarded for my good thoughts. My good purchase. I want free shipping. Gentle handling. I buy eyeliner. The felt tip, and pointed. I want someone to clap. I buy steel boots. I

“We need a gift that’s really her,” I said. “Really Sophia.”

“Could you define her?”

“A truly independent mind, a renovator, a cultivator.”

I flipped on the lights, turned up the furnace, and cranked some Stevie Wonder.

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

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,

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

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

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

"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.