My mind is counting the seconds before I leap. Cape Canaveral is gone and I’m wearing a Superman cape. I’m a child strapped in a chair, soon to be hurtling through space.… more
My mind is counting the seconds before I leap. Cape Canaveral is gone and I’m wearing a Superman cape. I’m a child strapped in a chair, soon to be hurtling through space.… more
Manager says I’m banned from open mic night till I agree to stop using a Glock as a drumstick. He says a gun in a club poses a safety risk. I say that’s the point. He says the music’s not even any good. I say it’s performance art.… more
“Hey now, little girl,” one of humans said. “Don’t go trying to get away.” A second human put its face near mine, its breath carrion sweet. “We’re only getting started.”… more
Ma’s big blue book was holy like the Bible. But there would always be things no book, no matter how holy, could fix. Things like hellfire.… more
There’s music blasting from another car, KRLA playing Country Joe and the Fish, so Jen turns our radio up and we join other cars, everyone singing Fixin to Die, the whole A&W singing what are we fightin’ for. … more
Last time I took a picture of my uncle, just back from the front, in the warehouse where we store the supplies, and my uncle warned me not to allow geolocation to track the photo. Now I am sure that it was me that killed him, me and my fucking Snapchat.… more
“Man” means a set of expectations you inherit like debt with interest that compounds in silence. “Soft” means breach. “Crying” means loss of data, irrecoverable. “Fear” means user error, correct immediately. You scroll. You don’t read. Nobody reads.… more
AC conked out a week ago and the fan’s just blowing hot air around. The City is fucking loud and one asshole won’t stop laying on the horn. Thought I’d be inside you tonight. You said. Waited all summer.… more
Dad was in Da Nang when I was born, so he wasn’t there pacing, wearing holes in the maternity ward carpeting, making funny faces at the bassinet just beyond his reach. He was loading an M16. He named it after me.… more
“Where are our darlings?” we ask, on our knees, patting the ground, groping around in the dark. We’ve eaten your bagels with shmear!… more