The Pace of Consent
the cold soil remembered where we’d trod. an ugly map of all the places we’d destroyed. the gentle wolves would wait to hunt. until after the sun would set. but…
Blind Corners
the sober stumbled over itself. all tangled heroes and shaky narratives. i wore the epiphany in glitter and soiled pillows. a thief in beggar’s clothes. the truth closed its zippers.…
Extinct Staircases
the usual creases made their tears in the map. the particular debts of touch accumulating. the wages of flesh insufficient. the years collected their masks. so many angry faces. the…
Vinegar and Salt
time came and went. a ghost in the bedroom of strangers. we wore our paths in each other. more fools than thieves. everything went sharp. tomorrow collapsed. we stood under…
Immunity’s Pathogens
the distance barely heard us as we raced through the pain. slips of when in a catastrophe of why. orphans with feet made of lead. the horizon smirked as we…
The Fiction of Touch
We counted the hours as our time machine chewed on our surrender. the textures of grief too brittle to hold. we carved our maps in despair’s cement. arrogantly trespassing in…
Negotiating the End
expectation moves through us in a series of shallow cuts. we feel each other with cold fingers pressed against the glass. orphans clenching our tattered maps. magicians shouting at our…
The Expenditures of Touch
we’re wolves. and time’s house is made of straw. the fairy tale stiffens its knees as the ground grows softer. the truth comes and goes. a faulty bulb in the…
Decay
how loud the sun was as we struck against the wind. our bodies all fever. how well time wore us. slipping easily inside those open skins. a parasite playing the…
In Perpetuity
we spent the dark in bruises and paper cuts. orphans in soiled gowns. soft and feverish as the world tumbled over our flesh. equal parts poison and nourishment. everything is…
