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.
The habitat breathes at night. You stop hearing it after the first week. You absorb it. Become it.
A thousand years. Still going.
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Doug leans back in his Lazyboy and stretches his arms over his head with laced fingers.
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window.
“But what if I hold it like this?
“Sky Captain,” said Willem.
Benny walked into my cubicle and his smile vanished.