Supernova

Time is like a catfish in its hiding placeimpossible to grab without it biting you.I want to feel the fangs it’s doesn’tshow too often without reasonsin the background of the picture.I always said I wouldn’t miss herall the way back there whereeverything is greener than a mint leaf.Don’t read these lines with a bullshitexaggerated inflection […]

Ruins

I rush I out of the building likeit’s falling down behind meand it almost really kind of sort of is.Another name checked off the endlesslist of people in their placesfor the day that I have signed so far away.No one tries to keep me therecaught within the empty stareof others like me on their own […]

Something Sharp

The scoreboard at the baseball gameis shorting out while the grassis being ripped up by the storm.The backyard is a panopticonof houses without fences in between them,and a gazebo in the center looking out.This is the definition of a nightmarelooking back at you from the doorway.Something sharp you didn’t thinkcould get a piece of you.Broken […]

How It Sounds

I don’t care about the keysthat stick distinctly in the door.It would be fine if I could leaveand not come back here anymore.The ceiling’s tiered just like a pyramid,but I can’t look up withoutyou looking down, and I don’t thinkthat I can stay around with you.I’m too in love with how it sounds. It’s not […]

Second Act

Weeds in the flowerbedlatching on to what is deadlike the driest parts of the concreteright after a downpour.An old woman worksa high school level jobto supplement the moneythey dish out to her through mailmenevery month though it is not enoughto even keep her going.They cauterize the holes pokedin her stomach with whatlooks to almost anyonelike […]

Ronin

Cowards in the cageslooking outward at the freedomthrough the bars believeit’s nothing but a fairy talewe tell ourselvesto help us fall asleep.Printing lists of all the thingswe have to pray to keeplike cars with bright blueheadlights and a varnishover everything that shines.They think there is valuein how crowded they cankeep themselves.As if the quantity of […]

Fray

There’s nothing left but porch lightsslightly flickering in the middleof the night and all the raccoonspilfer quietly, aware that we arelistening for anything. All the flags on their polesare tattered and really barelyholding on without the songssang in their honorthey are withering like we dowithout time. Plastic in the places we are tryingto keep clear […]