Isaac always managed to scrounge up the craziest shit after a failed show. Beck could sense it as Isaac smiled serenely in the passenger seat, the potholed street rattling their combined life-savings in music equipment. Whatever drug it was, it couldn’t be worse than someone spilling their beer on Beck’s custom pedal board. Which already...
In Laika’s drafty little town there was only one library. It was a shuddering wooden thing converted from the shell of an old church. Laika would lie on his belly on the alphabet rug in the children’s section, yellowed light seeping onto the pages of his book about space. Laika knew the universe was going...
I don’t really like the first one. Wide eyes, array of flyways, and half-hearted attempts to Hide a five o’clock shadow. The morphology of my face. Neon pink glitter nails and nylon Camping tents. I pose shirtless. Bearing bleached cutoff shorts. And twisting clavicles. Rearranging fabric and unwinding curls, I put myself together then deconstruct ...
Hey, could you lay your forearm on my leg And hold still so the nail polish won’t smudge? With the window propped, fumes rise straight to my head. Fingertips alight with biotic touch. Our fingers tangle between lip-gloss shine, And swallowing stones. Girlhood rituals. Except I’ve not been a girl in a long time, And...
I sought for something absent in dead-eyed photo throwbacks. Nothing there, so I entered that graveyard shift dark instead. Tripping over street corners blown out by slackened snowbanks. Uncontrollable. Just how permanent marker bleeds spread. With my palms facing upwards, I absorb streetlight prayer. Snow crunches behind me. Wires tangle with gyroscopic breath. Oh, Computer...
Text constructs itself on her monitor. Endlessly unreeling. If I turn my head and watch, the text becomes arcs of Trailing ASCII stars and protective charms. It is like heavenly commandments, descending from above in honed rhythm. It is like digital Christ on the cross, except I don’t know religion and I don’t know Jesus...
