The Angel of Myself Is Not Forgiveness

When the sun spit its light over the mountains I had only climbed down from a few days earlier, I kicked to life a fire I did not make and ignored the slow music of the world to which each of us dance before departing.

Secondhand Heavens

There are caves here, too: little subterranean veins washed in lamplight. It’s a nice place to get lost & stay lost. Starlight falls through cracks like spiders burning & nothing hurts like it once did.

Mother (Earthbound)

After he left, everything became slanted. The towns the cities, the forests the valleys. The entire earth diagonal.

Japanese Atari Boy

He never went to school or changed clothes because he was too busy mastering Atari, weighed down by secret histories no book could ever contain.

The Bone Desert

They belly-crawled to avoid the lightning, and when the gap between rumbles and flashes quickened, they curled up on their packs. Sand stuck in the dry cracks at the corners of their lips.