I am reading secrets of yellow tomato plants, studying life-lines on their leaf-shaped palms. Home from school the neighbor boy leans over the fence. Asks about my day. I’d tell him I found a lump under my skin. I think it will end me. Like a fly on meat it’s hatched its eggs. …
I: Ascription i ascribe meaning to moments you: to dice and bones and chance what did the tea leaves say this morning? lies are coincident to actuality— the bees are disappearing do you take yours with cream or sugar? one scoop or two? II: i prayed a Novena…
In dreams or in sweaty moments driving, the classroom— clarity spins away like water carving out a canyon. I do not know when mind sinks into past crevasses if it is Rumpelstiltskin padding down the dark hall outside my room, or Captain Hook who will play forbidden games. These ill spirits are not poured…
Bill’s desk was clean, nearly antiseptic, holding a stapler, a rolodex and a computer terminal, the computer tower stashed under his desk. He had always believed the neatness of his desk represented his efficiency, and thus his value. That and his expertise with the Infamous system. By now, he was its resident expert. Surely that…
i. Raise a flag, cast a glance, and it’s all over now. ii. It was me. I triggered the mechanism that cut off my own hands. iii. When I had the chance, I should have kissed her with conviction. Should’ve slipped her poems on folded paper, the sweat from…
My surgical gown is green, the room lit in grey gothic gradients. The anesthetic is strictly local, you don’t want me to feel it, but you want me to know you’re making the changes, taking titanium instruments and probing my skull, leading scopes and needles on an excavation of my inner ears because you’re a…
