Lateral

Ghost 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 […]

Kamikaze

Don’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 […]

Dye

An old woman just donewith getting her hair dyedcrushes the wire of her umbrellawhen she stumbles stepping downfrom the driver seat of her car.She lands on her stomachin the rain while it continuescoming down on her and soakingthrough her jacket making darknessleave the fibers of her hairas if the weather had a wayof simply aging […]

Anthill

We lie to our own detrimentlike an insect spraying killerin its own face like it knowshow it’s disgraced the sacred anthill.I walk the wooden bridge likea balance beam and stareat the reflection in the wateralways thinking of itas another worldwith fingernails so longthey curl like question marksand eyes blink like the static sparksyou get when […]

Nicknames

Nicknames scratched into the sidesof arcade cabinets because the leader boardsare reset way too often.People steal the shopping cartsfrom local shopping centersand then you see them laterpushing them around flea marketson the opposite side of the city.I don’t wake up for less thanthe best day ever so I’m comatose,and lacking nightmares nightlystill the window opens […]

Waterline

Old concrete slabs, foundations leftfor sheds no longer standingstill they linger in the backyardsof this Pennsylvania townwhere there is nothing going downbut the economy. Kids play with finger skateboardson picnic tables because the hillsidesare too steep for looking over.Old women with curly white hairsmell yellow flowers that they boughton their way home from picking pillsout […]

Turnover

There’s no music to this she says quietlywhile struggling with the wirethat leads from the cassette playerto the headphone jack on her phonewhen she’s all alone on her lunch break. She parks in the cool place that no elsethinks they can because the painted lineshave faded there and only thosewho do not care can see […]