
Yellow Straw, Red Straw
At some point, we’ll forget the rabbit’s name, how it came to die, the rush we were in to bury…
What I’m Saying Is
There’s a beautiful beach. You get there by walking through a shady path, and then you’re on the soft sand.…
The Guy in the Redwood Water Tank
I once fucked a guy in a redwood water tank. The kind that once held water caught from rain, maybe…
What Might Turn
My face turns into my aunt’s face as I age. Now we know what she would have looked like at…
The Blob Takes Manhattan
Now that the Arctic isn’t cold anymore, The Blob is awake and tearing through malls like a post-breakup trust fund…
Seed Money
For only seventy-seven dollars, the TV preacher promises God will grant me a miracle. He clasps his hands in prayer,…
Hunger
I bury my dead in this garden. Over there, under the cabbage roses. They haunt me through the day. At…
You Are What You Eat
so I know you are eggs. Sunny side up, salmonella-scrambled, salsa-slathered, over-hard yellow-white discs fried in bacon grease until the…
Softening
I used to tell people that my first kiss was on a December night, under a pine tree, when a…
Splinter
We’re not allowed to leave the yard, even when the other kids are playing in the wooded triangle everyone calls…
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