Barstow

I get out of the wasabicolored carand step in bloodthat’s formed a puddlein the parking lot. She looks at me througha first floor windowand unbuttons a fewbuttons on her shirt.Her first question is aboutthe liquor which I hold upas she askswhile she puts ice cubesin some plastic cupsand joins me at the tableall rooms come […]

Return or Lack Thereof

The blue towel hung therelike a ghost over the white doorwhile the mirror fogged.I was stressed out shittingin a hurry while the numbers changed,on the alarm clock. My windshield was covered in rainthe whole way and based on the radiothat’s how the whole day would continue. When I got there I adjusted my ball capunder […]

Monarch of the Insecure and Hopeless

I wasn’t thinking about picturesback crushing cansinto the smallest surfaces possibleI was watching for goldin the gravel. I wanted to melt it downand dip my teeth in it.Taste some metal that is soft enoughto chew through. I wanted to kill copsand all their undeserved authorityand navy blue retardationwhile driving fast to catch othersdriving fast so […]

Her Day

She bit her black nailswhile she daydreamedof old losersand the sorenessshe’d been searching forforever. She bought her gray houndticket cash and broughther only bag of clothesout where the luggage goes. Her greatest role models were arsonistsfrom the outskirts of Nevada,but she had outgrown all thosesilly dreams for quiet ones. She ran away from home after […]

Rarity

Her neck was cold that dayand the moment that I kissed ither whole essence morphed intoa tunnel right in front of me. It was the kind of tunnel with a paved roadand lights along it’s cornersyou would drive throughon your way into a city. After absorbing the miraclein the orange park I startedjogging down the […]

End Times

The whole street smelled like fryer grease ,and made the peoplewalking slowly with no moneyextra hungry. Not me though I was focused ona cigarette wedged perfectlyin a gap between the sidewalk tiles.The rail I leaned against was coldand my warm breathburst out of me while I waited forimaginary trains. When I was younger I used […]

Low Sodium

The fog outside is whiskey breathwhile we both sit herewith our greasy hairand do not care at allabout the little things. Why are you following me?Memory?A ghost white hand seepingout of the wall ticklingnothing’s balls,but reaching out for mine. A whole city block of zoned outstrangers shaving their kid’s headswith different shardsof the same mirror. […]