The girl is pretty. She has a hooked nose and coffee skin and a pointed smile that looks like Peter Pan’s, if Peter Pan had been a teenage girl in a hijab writing someone’s name on the side of a Starbucks cup. She hands the cup to the...
Listen to me. You see, I’m weak, I’m dying, or maybe I’m already dead. Whatever the case, there is nothing more important than what I’m about to tell you, mijo. We die, every day we die, and that’s your earthly inheritance. We die on wedding nights...
“You know how there are some types of diseases that turn your own body against you?” he began. “We used to call them autoimmune diseases. Well, when Earth had hers, it turned out to be a purge of the human race itself.”He stopped...
Poor, lustful, cars mostly stolen, we take any chance to cruise beyond our ghetto, eyes for crime or romance we call scoring, t-shirts tight, tattooed. Underage in the back, in my place, I spot two girls. We brake, they get in, I get lucky, one in...
Nothing lasts. In the desert, under a mountain, bones crushed to smaller versions of themselves, condensed again to the thinnest line, a leaf from a book finished and forgotten. All words eventually lose meaning, zombie languages unintelligible...
The wave cried, the wind cried, Marry me my love, my little darkness. I found myself a fragment of your shattered mirror. It slipped like silk between my fingers. Now it is life that leaks. The wave sang and you played guitar. I warbled backup...
In my chest, a great big whirlpool. In my head, a catalog of every living thing and its concomitant worth. The only drug worth doing is a punch to the jaw by a friend you’ve rightfully screwed. Animals are meant to be eaten and we are nothing but...
Angels sit on Grandma’s grave, two stone gray cherubs plucking soundless tunes on harp and lyre, pocked torsos mocked by time, wings chipped and scarred, blank eyes sealed in resigned introspection. I have come home to touch the stone, to know if...
You have to take it. That was my philosophy. The gods gave us senses, dreams, and desires; they must be used. For ten years, the Trojans tried to take what was ours, but we took back. I, Elpenor, rode the mental chariot of the Lotus-Eaters and...
sleep ghost child come up from the deep i think we’re nearing the next incarnation of universal suffering and the way the leaves dance on the trees reminds me i’m going to die soon and it’s alright says lou reed, it’s alright...
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