Some of us couldn't quite walk in a straight line but tried anyway, ending up pressed against one of the walls of the world. Hypothetically that wouldn't stop you, since you could bounce along it like a moth or if thoroughly stalled gradually erode a path through its soft nothingness with the pressure of your cheeks, shoulders, hips. But at the ( Read more... )

How when you hear a song for the second time it fits your expectations about it like a missing puzzle piece. What this has to do with love ( Read more... )

Being in plausible denial is worse. It requires premeditation ( Read more... )

Yesterday, walking, I stumbled on a way of escaping loneliness without taking on another's hurt ( Read more... )

Do you see now what you're like?

Everyone knew but you.

Your straitjacket skin zips tight.

Your eyes block all your view.

Everything's ending now.

Your story has come apart.

Or is this your first chance to begin? Seeing how

there was no other you who could start.

After an argument God, drunk, kicked Adam in and partly through the face then dragged him by one arm and a handful of hair down to the streambank, where he dunked his giant head into a small pool beneath a willow's roots, caught a fish in his teeth, spat out most of it, nudged the rest of it about his cheeks for a few minutes and then pulled from ( Read more... )

It was some secondary function of what ensures that you can know everything about yourself and exactly what you're attracted to but never connect those sets of facts ( Read more... )

Hers was another gravity. To see her was to fall. To touch her to land ( Read more... )

It would have been easy to manipulate them, so naked and naive were their desires, if my own hadn't been the same. Every time I tried they laughed and laughed ( Read more... )

They gild the lower halves of flowers there ( Read more... )