The Last King of Scotland
The Apocalypse happened, and God decided that now everything would float.
Contracts
My therapist once told me,
“You don’t strike me
as someone who
fears
Death.”
Surviving the Flood
Carol had pissed the bed again.
An Erasure of a Job Opening at Long Creek Youth Development Center on Indeed
JOB DESCRIPTION
Poems for February 3, 3020
The following six poems were written on Sunday, February 2, 2020 with the foreknowledge that they would be published on February 3, 2020 as my (late) contribution to our January “release date” submission theme.
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It hurts, the back and forth whipping nature of life, and I miss my grandma.
Release Date: Indeterminate
He lowered his body into the bathtub, gripping the sides and allowing the tepid water to lap around his body, taking great care to look straight ahead, not wanting to catch even a glimpse of the abomination that was his own naked body.
Pit Stop
It was right outside the gas station that I hit the guy.
patrol 3: room
“Did we win?” I ask while the blinders keep my eyes focused on a computer-generated image of Cait Sith dirty dancing with Aerith, the standard treatment for “battle fatigue.”
Impossible
We were huddled there together, not really sure what to do.