Fiction & Poetry

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I drove slowly down the dirt road in my girlfriend’s mother’s jeep on one spare tire now, worry thoughts flooding my mind.

I collect my tears in mason jars akin to those that catch the leaks of rain from my window sill.

I’ll put you
down

The softness of my mattress is oppressive.

Fee-fi-fo-fum–Cassius Clay here I come…

after the second shot of reposado
the paramedic speaks of a call from a man with a gun on his tongue

Brush the teeth harder than usual, having gotten no more than three or so hours sleep the night before.

I remember praying, I remember praying and pleading and offering up every part of myself in exchange for feeling whole again.

Bright red is often a warning colour.

This I can take care of:
Small homunculus on the roof, a pack animal
Pulled conveyance, and entry through the exhaust chute.