Gashes In The Metal

Bodies rotate in the river and are carried by the current to the ocean. No one even noticed they were falling. There are gashes in the metal that look like they were made with giant blades, and she holds her hand against one while she waits. Air hockey tables on free play take up space […]

The Candles

Everyday to them is the same day, and the landlords argue about jagged lines on maps that don’t even sync up with reality. We are in a painting that moves, where we get to choose, and all that ever counts is that decision. Card players drink wine in private cellars with nothing older than what […]

Memory

Indoor staircases echo like the inside of a can. The flyers on the wall are upside down. They stand in groups separated by conversations about drinking and tests. Bare foot girls with their hair loosely tied back sit on the floor under their doorways. Laying on her bed she puts her legs up in the […]

Overstimulated

Empty benches line the sidewalk and the lights above them flicker like a screen. The windows across the store fronts look like darkness. They don’t expect the rain to show up until the end of the week so the convertible seats all sleep out under the moths and bats. Power lines make more noise than […]

At The Moment

Storm drains, covered in thin blue spray paint lines, don’t look like anything but senseless tangles. It gets forgotten about while drinking all the rain off the asphalt, and is never cleaned by anything other than what it consumes. Clearing away fallen branches that tear through gloves and into skin. Making the path back to […]

As It First Starts To Run

Unfolded ash covered paperclips scattered across the coffee table, leave traces of themselves long after they’re gone. The other night in the hectic daze of the crowd her heart had never beat that loud. The bricks on all the buildings fell to pieces. Annihilation for entertainments sake. They all believe the world is fake, and […]

Wishes

She says she’s never been anywhere, and kicks the pebbles as if to kill them with her sandals. Old tools, like belt sanders, absorb the entropy of dying neighborhoods like black holes eating up light. The drugs dissolve her sight like the sugar in their coffee mugs making everything collapse like poorly stacked cards. Breaking […]