The bourgeois adores the anti-bourgeois.
It was like I was faking an accent.
Chaos, / encountered / unaware,
The phantoms in the streetlight had returned to their posts. The ghost of her father hung in her mind. The 7/11 was open for snacks.
In their rejection letter for my article--Dispatches of Haywire Ray, the biography and reflections of the titular illusionist--the Editor of Hocus Opus Press denounced my work as “a pure work of imagination,”
We wait in the car while the engine purrs / and I shiver in my Woody sweater / like it’s raining outside
The father stares down ten-year-old Darien. The boy rises and walks to the corner to wait for the light, then steps into the street and picks up the bottle. He brings the bottle back to his father.