Everyone on my new planet grows from what resembles a cactus flower. They bud and sprout. They unfold and then they begin the business of being loved and loving back. They cry when I tell them about money.… more
Everyone on my new planet grows from what resembles a cactus flower. They bud and sprout. They unfold and then they begin the business of being loved and loving back. They cry when I tell them about money.… more
The bookshelf, crowded with urns full of past cats’ ashes: Ajax, Echo, Luna, and Midnights 1 through 3. The Papillon in my lap licking my bloody knuckles. The hole I punched in the wall next to the TV after watching the evening news.… more
He doesn’t tell them that tomorrow is a hole so deep it cannot be measured. He doesn’t mention how he beats his his chest to try to excise the grief that sits there so stubbornly. He doesn’t because he is tired of the gooey treacle of sympathetic smiles.… more
The police said his feet got tangled in seaweed. He was drunk and they said it was probably peaceful, something I never believed. I’m sure the water sobered him up and he fought to the end, just like he did any time people called me a freakazoid.… more
My girlfriend and I made a deal: she could go back to Boston but I got to keep her head. She did the severing and everything—I just watched. Held her hand because I knew it’d be a while ‘til I could hold it again. It unnerved me how dry it was.… more
Tonight love looks like burning worms and black smoke.… more
There’s a “best falls ever” compilation on mute. All I can think is this is the fucking life as a man jumps onto a trampoline and falls through it, keeps falling through the earth itself, forever, his whole body eventually shattered into nothing by the core.… more
When questioned, Blac confessed to being an artist, claimed to have loved his victims, which he considered his creations whom he desired to preserve in a more perfect, permanent state.… more
A dead man’s bullet holes leak feathers that form a vortex under a police helicopter’s rotor wash, making the scene resemble an eerie snow globe.… more
“Dago,” Bill said, what do’yer think?”
“I think I’ll put it in the creek,” Vic said. “Don’t you worry your pink cheeks.”
“Eat shit,” the pitcher said. “I think I’ll put it in your mom.”… more