The last day of summer is the last day of your life. Basically. The last day is a bit like New Year’s Eve, a day you should do something really meaningful. Or maybe like New Year’s Day, when you should follow through on all your healthiest behaviors to show yourself you can, with effort, have […]
Read More Last DayI don’t know how to thank you for knowing the plague its whiff its handwriting or voice I don’t know how I sat on my hands so long. How did I keep it out or did I take it in as a Samaritan Did it get my keys? Did my throat thrive my scents stayed […]
Read More To My BodyLet’s make things miniature so we can die. so our tiny souls can use the tiny skillet and the tiny slaves may obey us, and the balance beam for routines, let’s make tiny shoes so we can die and be shod (The soul is small and hard to find.) Let us make tiny grenades and […]
Read More On Tomb Miniatures for Use in the AfterworldI know it’s awful to say but the smell of the subway (the regular smell, not the smell of the subway when it’s 115 degrees) was immediately soothing. Immediately I knew where I was, who I was, and what I was about: The City. I walked into the Drama Book Store in Times Square, and […]
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