his face was blood red, his mouth a long gash along his face, crying his fucking eyes out, contorted and frozen. the way he would cry when he got hurt as a baby and you could see he wasn't breathing, so you shook him, breathe you motherfucker. his forehead was pressed against the glass of the bookstore door, heaving and sobbing and it killed me ( Read more... )

we drank until we bled
one way or
another.
three brothers tugging
at the same old bottle.
i hadn't eaten
in days but still I managed to shit my pants.
they doubled over
laughing.
but i did it so they'd have to take care of me
for a change.

they sat with their backs to one another, hunched over typewriters, taking up the same symmetrical spaces and typing out their words in tandem. the space betwen the backs of their chairs was an ocean of silence, full of empty whiskey bottles, empty wine bottles. and because they couldn't think of what to say to one another, they put their type- ( Read more... )

a brittle little thing, she looked like a piece of blown glass that would crack at any moment. the only thing keeping her intact being equally opposing forces inside and out. i thought how lovely it would be to lean on her for a while, and smash her into tiny bits, granular, a powder, something dangerous i could put up my nose and ride out into the ( Read more... )

her bones pushed beneath her skin like tent poles.

a bag of clockwork gears all push and no pull.

i laid my fingers splayed in the ruts of her ribs.

there was nothing between her legs.

just a deep pinhole to match the pupils fo her eyes.

she drank with cracked lips while i pulled on the loose skin of her tit.

i was glad to have turned out the lights.

what will happen
now? she asks.

well, i say,

now,

the dishes will pile

up in the sink

and there will

only be one

pair of shoes at the door.

10 days until the wedding. will probably be the best wedding in the history of weddings.

"i'd rather fail at something i love than be a success at something i hate ( Read more... )

when i put my fingers inside of her, it felt like a trap. a thousand suction cups pulling on my hand, chitin and all. it was the mariana trench, and i was a blind fish at the bottom of the pool worming my way through by instinct passed down from neanderthal to neanderthal. i breathed deep, catching a breath that escaped me a minute before and she ( Read more... )

i was young. the heat of the day beat down on top of old junkers and motorcycles in the apartment building parking lot. big old boats that you couldn't understand how these people afforded the gas to drive. i remember feeling the heat coming off all that metal, sweating like a sauna. the pavement bowed and cracked, warped. i looked up at the sun ( Read more... )