butter Flies
Flies know death. The cold carcass of the body a grand hiding place from the seasons.
JAKE
Three Sleeping Steeples
A Prose Poetry Triptych
WHAT LOVE MEANS TO ME
CW: implied homo/transphobia, shitty parenting, suicidal ideation
Arrangements
The loss of a parent is one of life’s most unforgiving tricks. But alas, your mother’s higher power has a plan. He gave your mother a lifetime with the most precious gift there is and He removed your mother from this Earth at precisely her destined moment.
The Week After I Graduated in No Specific Order
I’m not picky.
Humans Remain
I care for the crematorium inside me. The British Museum drains 6,000 carnages Female dancer figure (hula position?) made of wood, pearl-shell, teeth (human?), hair.
19 Ways of Crossing the Street After the Old Guy In the Sedan Jerks to a Last-Minute Stop in the Vons Parking Lot Crosswalk and Motions for You to Pick Up the Pace, Can’t You See He Didn’t Want to Stop For You in the First Place, Lady?
Imagining a possible legitimate reason for his impatience