A valve opens. Electrode fluid enters your brain. You feel the whole Anthill inhale…and exhale. They tune their instruments.
Year 2089
Luis Othoniel Rosa, translated from the Spanish by Katie Marya
Year 2089
Late Afternoon
Abstinence from mask making continues
The Hair
Dude can America be
Lake Michigan, Scene 15
They beat me even though I did nothing
Sufficiency
I saw my father
Lucifer’s G-Spot
In pseudo light baked for lovely lies
