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Traumatic Brain Injury
for Keith Lamont Scott & Brentley Vinson
after the fall
he sometimes sees things
that are not there.
the book becomes a gun;
the gun becomes a book.
he cannot distingui
Storm Roof
these boys are all the same: the bowl cut the soft chin the skinny arms under the thrift shop jacket the aspergers gaze (not quite at the camera, not quite at you) in the one pho
Swollen feet
There’s a body in the basement.
Smells of musk and lizards crawling
over fleshy pale hands that look like
they just lost an apple.
Aspirin-laced wine, just a half a bottl
Lebensunwertes Leben
“I wish you could get a prescription for a suicide pill.” He depressed the gas pedal slightly, and we inched forward, a foot or so closer to the drive thru order box. While he
Flemish Cats
When I was in college the student pride center put on a drag show, and the campus paper asked me to interview one of the performers (queens, rather). I found him, after the per
The Wendigo of Cape Canaveral
The Wendigo of Cape Canaveral
I
furnaced charnel fuselage
crumpled waning,
dying
rod
Raind down Pa on Texas sod
devoured man whom self had gnawed!
Consumed the black man
white dud
Noblesse Oblige
“This resurgent interest in privilege is just noblesse oblige for millennials.”
I sat at a table in the imitation café in the basement of the campus library. My sandwich was
The Petition
“There are kids fighting in Afghanistan right now, dying in Afghanistan right now, who were four years old on 9/11.” He held the petition out for me to sign. Someone, a man, ta
On the Chair
I was standing on the chair again. My belt was looped around my neck. The other end was wedged between the top of the door and the frame. Nothing had happened. No professional hu
Colic
Her son was still crying. He would cry for hours each night, uninterrupted. She had tried burping him, but it did nothing. No gas came up; he wouldn’t vomit. He was totally hea