Imagination can // be transferred. In the / hours you are alone, / it oils the / soul.
POETRY
POETRY
Imagination can // be transferred. In the / hours you are alone, / it oils the / soul.
MICRO
forgive me, oh June, I am everyone’s fool.
ESSAY
That he spends more time narrating what he would do to you than doing most, if any, of it is the kind of intermittent reward used to create addiction in lab rats. You are the rat.
WIT TEA
If someone invites you to a birthday party for their dog, you are not required to purchase a gift.
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They are selling J. Robert Oppenheimer bobbleheads and martini shakers and baseball caps and t-shirts and pins and patches and picnic blankets.
Picture the earth as a child, swaddled in the velvet of a supermassive / black hole. Forgive me for butchering this metaphor.
I left the shower and kept
singing. I sang about my body
like I was proud. I was proud.