You were really ugly as a kid, weren’t you?
I hear people wishingTHESE THINGS
on each other
is a disrupter.
Can you imagine if it ever actually showed up? They'd box it up study it thermomotize its ass.
he never told us how he lost his tooth or his brother but many say he lost both the same way.
There is no situation that cannot be immediately improved with the addition of a sombrero.
Rumors would begin, disagreements that this thing's not what we signed on for. Somewhere, I think there are men in white labcoats who stoke fires just in case we need them.
atop my head my body's natural prejudice starts in and I begin tilting down and to the left. God snickers and I flatter myself that it's me. Silly in the way it's repeated. All I want is my own moment and my own glass of poison.
I watch the neon curl through the air, sing out gravel the way old men do, shadowbox. It's the right cross that's the killer. It cleaves the world in front of you it makes shaky introductions between the you that you hoped you weren't and the nothingness you've never known 'till now. You see? They look for killers in all the wrong parts of town. Hot dogs do it more than guns and burgers more than both. The trick is in just you not caring about the odds or the neon or that varnish you get on the way to the sawmill.
For some of us, cheapness itself is an art.