Black Malibu
It sat there in that row of cars like a hole in the light.
It sat there in that row of cars like a hole in the light.
I check the Fire Finder. Bearings don’t lie.
There’s always a jar you shake too hard with people like you.
The bride and groom won’t be needing it.
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.