The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down I wanted once before to honk my horn against the swastika that he’d drawn on the poster board he got from the Dollar General, but I had the horn’s fuse pulled as a wild experiment in radical pacifism.
Kübler-Ross Knuckle Tattoo Sure we sink into the depression, the low tide surging to riptide and pulling us out and away with the poets. But it has to be deeper than that.
Red Light/Green Light I think I’m straight, but I play rugby, so I must be at least bisexual, right? So…orange?
The Ice Cream Flavor Paradox I know I always feel good in that identity, but what if I want to dress sexier for a night out with friends? Or more formal for an interview? What if I’m just in the mood for something different?
How I Became the God of Crows It would have been inconsequential if it’d happened to anyone else, except it happened to me, and I don’t lose things.