A cashier leaves her shift behindwith just a short half hour still remaining.It is raining when she walks into a dark gapbetween the patch of trees just pastthe endless parking lot she always seeswhen she is looking out the windowwhere the bags go after she hasdone her job the way they taught her to.She sits […]
Read More Clock OutSauce left on a baking tray,left out from the other daystiff and likely tastelesslike my mind. I wish there was another wayto fix things like a light bulbalways flickering so looselyin its socket. Things aren’t always easy thoughand when you can’t forgetall that you knowyou distract yourselfwith everything that’s brighter. A statue of George Washington,at […]
Read More HarpsichordI will give you all I’ve made todayfor a chicken sandwich wrappedin golden tinfoil.It looks like treasure or the brainof something ancient and mechanical,beyond all we consider to be normal.No more awkward dinners where the wordsall come out empty and the glasses allare empty and the halls outsidethe dining room are barely litby candles smelling […]
Read More ChickenA commercial selling a commercialto the advertisement generating androidson the transport we called a trainback in the older days,when everyone was still aroundand breathing in the oxygen like fire.Another round of who’s the greatestliar takes us nowhere but the hammockin the backyard where it’s so easyjust to doze off and forget aboutthe problems that make […]
Read More CalculatorEat the whole bag of potato chipswith just your face,and let it slip past the thin edgesof the plastic.Waistband elastic makesme think about how Icarusis always fat like me,when I live out that whole storyas a spectator.It always changes thoughinterrupting the perfect narrativeand instead of just a suddencrash into the sea he over correctsand tries […]
Read More MulberryGhost everyone who knows your nameif you really want a shot at takingeverything around you and no longerletting it remain the same. Visit stranger’s graves if you noticeno one else does and while reading overtheir epitaph try and unpackwho they thought they were,not the image put there after they were gone. Remain seated through the […]
Read More LateralDon’t follow but listen forthe mother spiders telling alltheir kids to take smaller bitesof whatever might be tangledin their matrix. There are kids sliding skateboard wheelsunder themselves as if the whole streethad been paved of only ice.They make enough noise for the townto tell them all to quiet downbut they don’t listen to advicegiven by […]
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