Momentary Inertia

    not fifty seconds before or twenty-six after but right when the big finger hits sharp on the twelve and little on the six that’s when he opens his eyes and starts the morning mechanics stretch yawn piss dress teeth out of their jar back in his head bed made—corners hospital sharp Then he’s … Continue reading Momentary Inertia

The Taste of Paper

      After seven years of silence —a soft mumble of an email. I miss you. More of a murmur in sleep than a conscious sentiment. But we were never friends. More like refugees huddled together trying to survive the same war. Waiting in blown-out rooms for our men to return from the torn … Continue reading The Taste of Paper

Of Wings and Worms *rewrite 

Of Wings and Worms They form a circle on the edge          of the neighborhood, a flock of females in designer sweat suits, leaving her to stare down the soft gullets of their hoods. I sit outside their circumference on a bench, still leaking weeks later A slow-drip       —of … Continue reading Of Wings and Worms *rewrite 

37 degrees

37 degrees is the temperature a normal body holds. She woke up cold beside him and already knew. He stared up blinkless--dust already forming on his pupils. She filled him again and again, punching in time to the tinny disconnect of the speakerphone counting with her: one and two and three and four and five.   She pauses, ear to mouth … Continue reading 37 degrees

Phototaxis

  Side by side, we enter separate time zones. You Australia, me—Japan. We are in the same room but still separated by a cloud of pixels—billions of free-floating information particles we cycle in and out between us like air. We are like twin pupae forming in the blue incandescence. We’ve grown, attached to the same … Continue reading Phototaxis