the slope of
in that red leather jacket —
that's all it took.
because there is a terrible exactness to geometry,
(the clean line of a bullet,
the predictable descent of a dying star,
the dirty glances we arrowed at each other
like poorly bent paper planes
with lipstick hearts all under the folds)
of your rust red leather
were never aimed anywhere else.
"You know that gif we sent to Kyle's work email?"
"Got him fired."
"That's so great."
"Is it though? I was considering regretting it."
"Don't, that was the whole point. He hated that job."
"I know, but it seems —are we assholes?"
"Of course not. We were helping."
"It was a memes to an end."
"Besides, the other gif would've probably gotten him arrested, so—"
"—sowe're not assholes."
"Because we could have sent the other gif, but we didn't."
"We chose well."
"The lesser of two...
Every bridge will shudder into the water.
Every building will split,
like the soft belly of a pomegranate.
The rivers will dry
and the mountains will splay
to rock. The trees will bend,soft as wax,
when you call them to the ground.
The bones will collectin the open cup
of your palm.
You will stand there,
in the flat haze of your ruins,
in blood and dust.
You'll call to me,
your voice a cleanly aimed arrow
meeting no resistance
as it travels the empty horizon.
I'll hear you,
it was all forme.
That you unmade the world
it's been too long. a year, maybe,since i've seen you. the last time was in new york – we made pizza at 2 a.m. and fell asleep with flour still on our hands. the bed was a disaster. after you left to...
Things turn bad in Strasbourg.
To be entirely specific—things turn into a full-blown clusterfuck involving a bullet-riddled museum, one turncoat antiquities dealer, and a very valuable renaissance spoon in Strasbourg.
It is not his most successful job, all things considered.
They have to wait it out somewhere, and she has a cabin in Wengen, so that’s that.
Wengen, if you haven’t heard of it (and no one has, really), is a smudge of a town on the edge of the Alps, so high and hedged in snow that you can’t even get a car into the place. This...
you taught me
how to fold my hand
around a gun, but never
how to clean
you taught me how to
trample over hearts,
how to slice them up and pull
apart their delicate strings,
but you never warned me
that i had to
to love something.
you’ll be with the ships, coming backfrom the grasslands in the south where they wear ribbons in summer and eatbread with crosses cut into them. you'llhave sea brine in your hair, ash under yournails, blood crusted into your furs. you'll be beautiful. i'll watch the water for you.
you'll be at a desk in a dark green jacket, yourhead bent over a stack of paper and your hands stained with ink. you'll be writing me a letter,the words thick and lingering like honey on the tongue. you'll seal it with wax and it willbe delivered to me by a...
INT. LIVING ROOM. DISTANT FUTURE.
HELIX and RION are sitting at a table, studying and eating junk food.
Their surroundings clearly indicate that this is the future. Everything is beyond modern. But they are teenagers, so it’s still a total mess.
It was just paper?
I don’t get it.
Didn’t it get ripped all the time?
No, it was like—strong paper.
Paper is so easy to rip though.
Maybe it was cloth.
You just said it was paper.
It was some kind of paper made of thread.
But what if it got wet?...
to follow the
of your spine
all the way
to that notch at
the back of
i want the
arch of you
parallel lines will travel together for an infinite distance,but will never meet.
fifty thousand cells will die inside youbefore the end of this sentence.
someone in the world, just now, received a paper cut.
your right hand will never touch your right elbow.
you will forget the shape of me.
i will forget to be hurt by it.