Zach had a fucked up beard. that was one reason. the ch was another. another one was everything was vibrating and pink and my tongue was a frozen cactus the last one was when he gave his 2 year old a...

First I was a seabird. My mouth was full of oil and my small bird cunt was full of oil. I stumbled, squatted, laid a shimmering black egg. The relief team came in orange jackets, and they all had...

fall poem the toe of a scarecrow’s boot curls up when i reach out my tongue to taste the bark on a tree i always make spaghetti wrong my stomach’s hurt since i was three under that trampoline a...

  i wrote a book called Killing Donald Barthelme. i didn’t mean to. i didn’t really mean to write a book. what I wanted was to reveal my darkest secrets and in turn receive applause. i wanted …

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She had come in pieces two weeks earlier with no instructions. I had to send off for them and wait. After a month, I found her instructions in the mailbox. I put a stone at each corner of the paper...

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