a cool who-caresness (a sort of soft-edged petroleum nihilism)
dusk comes loud with everyone singing dissonance is the truth about harmony or something
The largest mining accident known to man. Carbon monoxide in a hole. Cup it with your hands
The knock had happened on one of those other days, where the date reigned over its little space on the calendar's grid, no appointments, no holiday, a day that had entered with morning and frayed into dusk but that still bore its numeral in case anyone came back to fill it with something in retrospect.
Well not only
did this coffee cost me more
than the other Subway
and not only was it a smaller
cup but look at how much
they filled it.
"I prompt: A Black woman's hand near drawer" (onscreen, I receive three fingers, two thumbs, a foot made of fingers lurking, an unseen crouching body on top of the dresser)
Ben said Christmas is really sad considering the outcome of the life of Baby Jesus
and with no warning she kicked /
my thigh her hoof squarely hit my wallet I felt / an old teary shame for a second telegraphing that / I will be its host for as long as I live
for a winner / is every loser / outright butler / flat tire singing / the license plate frame / insisting
the pictures, of you, begin to resemble, you, less, the more, you scroll down.
In this delightful place, whose
exquisitely carved windows
look out over the caliche,
I lost my European hair.