Madmartigan in the Mercedes
He was like a man but not quite. He was a fictional character that vanished from my view when I pressed “stop” or “eject.” In this way, he was better than a man.
JAKE
Amy
The bourgeois adores the anti-bourgeois.
Monk
It was like I was faking an accent.
Bowie
Chaos, / encountered / unaware,
La Neige
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.
Public Letter/Hocus Opus Press/RE: Haywire Ray
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,”
Fugitives
We wait in the car while the engine purrs / and I shiver in my Woody sweater / like it’s raining outside