Kallan sits beside me and chews her newly-purchased gum as we drive home from the grocery store. She is quiet for a few chomps as the air fills with the scent of rubbery sugarless sweetness, but then, “We sure had to wait a long time at the DMV this morning.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
…Supports of bruise
I am sick but I am less sick than I was and I have read all of my library books and I need more books in which to sickly wallow and they must be actual books as I find that words on any sort of electronic screen are not wallow-conducive.
Also middle punctuation is …Sidewalk-raking judgment
She is maybe running a fever.
She is maybe running a fever, and the spaces within her skull are filled with some thick insistent ugliness. Pain traces the hollowed bones of her face, presses against the roots of her teeth, expands within her eardrums, swells in the corners of her eyes so that …Fluttered ghost
She sits alone, her feet in the grass, her head buried in her arms.
She wishes for silence, but the only silenced thing is her own voice. Within, the small sharp-clawed animals that are her thoughts rip at softness. Against the insides of her eyelids, she is devoured, her hopes and dreams bloody fleshed …Fictional silence
Mark and I are watching a crappy movie.
I grow bored, “Hey, Mark? Where have we seen that actor before?”
“That one. The main guy. Him.”
“Hmmm . . . no clue.”
“Oh come on, try harder than that. I know we’ve seen him in something.”