The Big Grid
I wish I had your life, the girl in Omaha wrote.
JAKE
Ad Astra
“How do you spend your days?” I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer.
A dream
thoughts are covered by old bed-sheets.
Fred and Mauve
They waste their lives this way, holding out for a fairy tale existence.
Suplex
Gran is very old and her bones are brittle, so her chest caves in. But she’s alive.
Whirl
the spins were moving
Into the Pit
A life lived at terminal velocity.