someone put a spell on it that’s all i know and unzipped the seat of the morning like faded blue denim on that day built like an iceberg, at the same hour i went to see her— the old woman who lived in the house that tilted like a can at the foot of my [...]
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The Blind Pig
i don’t know what happens here at the arm of the great barn door the moment the day breaks through itself & the night capsizes between two watery thighs if the earth was made of salt we’d all be starving little belly full of hay sun breeze & a giant mud stage with a tambourine [...]
White Apple
the speaker in this scene is a woman who lives in a house in the center of the desert with a tilted doorframe and a turntable stuck on repeat (Hall & Oates for days) and adjacent to a wall papered with clocks that have no face, a little wooden bar where she serves all the [...]
Speakeasy
the night was a sunken treasure chest and the moon was always late horizon like an hourglass—twice stirred— tipsy as a ship shaken in salt and the room was sideways with a swinging light, walls like a green dream made of sand, a single, red bar and two magnums full of pencils phonograph percolating like [...]
Flo On
the day’s a stale word the kind that’s afraid of an honest mouth (a thing so strangely made) a conversation like a broken arrow, busted wind and a tree of fire, death at the roots of the all the palms, and a half-flung syllable that punches like an empty fist i don’t know about you [...]
Banshee
it’s that time of day the air vibes like a kicked over can saggy tits and a plastic martini a man approaches on 5th and Chestnut, dreaming like he’s walking, going on about how all the most beautiful things begin with the simplest of phrases a punch of adrenaline, a shot behind the eyelids, a [...]
Lo Air
And the day was a man With a beard for a bird feeder A caved-in spine and a forest for a mouth And the night was a wave, broken and blue, A somersault between my knees Lo air, lips, and two half-parted fingers A roomful of glass beetles, like three dozen departed souls Winging their [...]
