One of Many

Crushed cans in the hands of desperate scavengers, looking for a sign. Their broken minds just hardware for a blurry loop of all their memories. They try to linger on the good by breathing fumes under the hoods of stolen trucks. They don’t give any fucks carrying handfuls of torn bills to the man by […]

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Suspension

Familiar faces look away from each other on the street. There is no courtesy no apples in the trees. The rain water collects in the broken concrete. I hold my ear to the ground and hear an imitation of the ocean. We have always been the best at pretending. Adopting the techniques of everything around […]

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Jawbone

She pulled a jawbone out of the sand, and held out her hand, it looked to me like it was from a dead coyote. She made it into a necklace using colorful string and when she wore it she always said it made her stronger. The loud semis parked crookedly in the empty parking lot […]

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Intermission

I stand by the window that makes up the wall beyond the railing, and look over the people mingling on the floor below me. Women in close fitting dresses, that stay on only due to friction, sip gold from plastic and flirt with anyone they want. A seven dollar cup of wine burns my chest […]

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Foul

The ducks kick each other with their webs, fighting over bread that slowly kills them. Fake psychics and Mormon missionaries hand out pamphlets, with opposite opinions about what people should do with their hands. Bills close on green and white necks at each clash of talon and feather. There is only one way out of […]

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The Lizard

A lizard sits atop a neon sign that beckons semis to pull off from their long hauls and bathe in the colored light. Its narrow pupils scan the sky for mosquito to bite out of the air. Metal ashtrays reflect moonlight and collect burning filters, paper and foam stained orange from the bleeding chemicals. The […]

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The Carver

A box fan that was as clouded as a smoker’s lung didn’t cool down anyone. It sat in the corner of her workshop where she carved things out of wood. Her knives like a family tree, most of which forged from the same chunks of carbon and iron. The handles all made of deer bones […]

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