Still
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can’t.
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can’t.
You’re asking was it the fish that started the dreams. Sure. The fish.
Fouad’s hands were flat on the counter.
The habitat breathes at night. You stop hearing it after the first week. You absorb it. Become it.
The lair smelled like solder and bad decisions.
The morning started with Donnie eating toast over the sink the way he always did
The steam wand hisses.
I can make it ring.
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
Forever now. Somehow that made it matter less.