One minute I’m laughing really hard, you know, over something that somebody said that probably wasn’t even all that funny. Then, the next minute, I don’t recognize the people around me. Everything looks different. I don’t know where I am, where I’ve been, or where the fuck I’m going. I can’t wrap my mind around the concept that this is my life. The things around me are not the things...

Wonder circles on my tongue with sharp calloused feet like knives in my heart and my mind on a stick--you hide it from the maggots, crawling blindly for a taste. Should I thank you for that? I can taste the bruises, hollow, like tin cans and the sunken circles, deprived right above your bones--it's a combination of rust--that dirty red we dine at night –and sweet sadness. Gentle hands—a...

Dim light shines from shaded blinds; it whispers in my ear, on the side of my face, “Today is a day as yesterday and maybe a day just like everyday.” Dew sits in the dead grass with crossed legs, head in hands. The silence is sharp; it cuts in half, with one side falling to insanity.Maybe there is never another side.Maybe there is never another choice.Like rotten apple cores, thrown to the...