Where is the mother? Remember to miss her
Read MoreI’d already learned what happens to a sweet thing —
Read MoreShe has a gun. It’s upstairs, in a velvet case.
Read MoreHow do you completely exclude one of the primary colors?
Read MoreHe would have walked outside, naked, to see what she grew, but the moon was too bright.
Read MoreVirginia pine and more Virginia pine. Toad chirr at night.
Scribble of the mussel’s path in the shallows.
He crests the ridge and slide down through salal and sword fern, plants his feet in creek mud, and stops to catch his breath, to listen.
Nothing but the gurgle of water, the swaying trees, his own hard-charging heart.
”Ack, ack, ack!” go the foxes on Instagram.
Read MoreThere’s probably a herd of woman bugs fleeing to Bed Island as we speak. Victims of sex crimes. Looking to drown their worries with the sweet taste of blood.
Read MoreDasha has read the horror stories online—a whole subreddit devoted to people who went on O trips and swore they never got custody of their brains back.
Read MoreFor god’s sake don’t
look out a window.
He claimed, afterward, to have seen visions. I was jealous. I wanted to see visions, too.
Read MoreIn a fawn-skin pouch, I keep a letter of introduction. Upon it I lay my head.
Read MoreThey hate it,
they’ll kill you–
they’re black holes,
they can’t be eavesdropped upon.
Louisa had no hobbies and no whims, other than the gently pulsing desire to play the game at all possible hours.
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