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...
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...
your car is the same familiar beat
up red, the windows cranked all the way
down so you can chain smoke on the 405.
you take me to that tiny bar off aurora,
the one between the lake...
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...
you taught me
how to fold my hand
around a gun, but never
how to clean
you’ll be with the ships, coming back
from the grasslands in the south where
they wear ribbons in summer and eat
bread with crosses cut into them. you'll
have sea brine in your hair,...
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...
to follow the
of your spine
all the way
to that notch...
parallel lines will travel together for an infinite distance, but will never meet.
fifty thousand cells will die inside you before the end of this sentence.
someone in the world,...