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After the Last Fright

I carved upon my desk unsayables.
He drank until he vomited on himself.
Eavesdropping, the others resisted sleep.
The house knew the pain of sun on lacquered floorboards.

Maidenhead

It was early morning just after sunrise.
Delphinium growing out of your mouth pushing up the loose plaster in the ceiling.
I took a pair of large scissors from my belly button and clipped the stems close to the root.

Symposium on Subjectivity and Style

There is a Zen koan which asks, “Does a dog have Buddha nature?” The answer is neither yes nor no, but the single Japanese word mu, which means “enough.” In other words, stop analyzing; the interrelationship of self and selflessness cannot be grasped through mental exertion alone.

Booth

Darla takes me to lunch at a health food place that costs an arm and a leg for rabbit food. There’s nary a thing I can eat, but she moves through the meal like a champ—just mowing down all the slop in sight. She wants to talk about our relationship.

Devil Finch

Red eyes on a red-feathered head seem not to be watching
or seem to be watching and are not,
self-camouflaged, unreliably witnessing the
war cries of the Hoop-hoop rippling visibly up the body