Plates of biocrust crumble and fill the cracks of the tile, more maggots dribbling from every orifice: my nose, my ears, a few even wiggling out from behind my eyes.
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Frozen Boyfriend
It turned out that Jared, the tragic youngster we were picking up, died in the ocean. He was sailing on the Atlantic when a storm flipped his boat and sent the crew’s bodies up the Florida coast, slashed and bloodless. By this I came to assume that he loved whales, too.
Blind
What I knew was that if and when I became non-sighted, I wanted to encounter and understand braille as a literary rubato as opposed to a lack.
The Sweet One
He shines / the flashlight at the hole to make sure I see the wet black frog-like head burrowed / inside and through the love in his voice for them, I love them too.
Variable Planes of Motion
There are select moments in time, he thinks he hears someone say, where we can feel the breath of the earth’s soil. When the sulfur starts to fill the air and everything around you is thick as night.
When I Reach for Your Pulse
The electrons / within shift in perpetual motion, perpetuating illusion. What is / solid will not fall apart for unexpected reasons.
Electromagnetic
Too bad / technology has overridden the soul / and we can no longer experience / true thinking.
