She breathes the same as I. These skies that crawl like lice. Acts of terrorism as I take my morning bath. How can a man wash in peace while having the horrors of the world pushed down his throat? The only time I get to feel like a king is knowing my dick still works,… Read more

  There’s music. It sounds like Bloc Party. Some girl has done too many lines and keeps trying to bite people. She goes for my leg, but I kick her away and go stand in the garden. Reading Kafka and swaying from side to side, someone lights me a smoke while trying to talk to… Read more

  A slow dance; a storm between childhood and sexual deviancy. In the rain as passing cars skid either side of us, we take shelter in a flooded subway. The future falls as do the buildings we used to look at with envy. The way your body reflected in those myriad windows, and how the… Read more

  When I awoke in the morning, I was immediately sick in a plastic bag. The texture was blocky and reminded me of being a child puking up in the school library. Stumbling downstairs, I opened the front door and tossed the bag in the bin. It doesn’t get emptied for another week, either, but… Read more

  I write about love and loss; about melancholia and things that exist on the outside, for those interest me the most. Her breasts, though, I told myself I wouldn’t, but, in the end, I’m just a man. Just an animal that can’t rise above its primal urges. She appeared before me from out of… Read more

  They say there’s a cloud of chemicals travelling to the Milky Way. In thirty million years it will hit us. I say ‘us’, but by then there will be no traces of ‘us’ left. Everything we ever were and everything we hoped to be will have long been erased. As a species, we will… Read more

  Angels and butterflies that crumble beneath my touch. All those nights where the bodies crushed me- where so many faces did their best to make me just like them. So many women I wanted to be with, and so many trees that felt the warmth of my piss as I made the drunken journey back… Read more

  For her, I swim to the ocean floor and hunt puffa fish. Rising to the surface, I place them at her feet then suck the baby toe on her left foot. On Mount Olympus, we make love while the stench of whale guts haunts all those who get too close. She tastes of oranges,… Read more

  I comb her wet hair and read a newspaper article about a young woman found disemboweled near when I went to school. It reminds me how I used to skip class by jumping over the fence at the back of the playing field before walking home along the old train tracks daydreaming about portals… Read more

  I’m on the verge of another breakdown when she crashes the car into a ditch by the side of the road. It’s dark, and as I remove her top and sweep the shards of glass from the back seat, my vision begins to blur. Shapes where there shouldn’t be shapes, her body morphs into… Read more