There’s an inconclusiveness to this dinner that’s exciting. It’s the struggle that matters, even if and when you fail to arrive at a better dinner. The police arrive. The house was bugged and it’s the green light they needed. So
A Better Age of Reason
Cue the mourning doves and cathedral spires, a high white room and the same woman’s voice stuttering from the lectern. Before the conference even started, we’d gotten into an argument. Because there are other things that were exciting about the
Silk Flowers, Trussed
Strapless, you slip into the suicide seat. We swipe bicyclists and barn doors barreling detours. The highway knows which way to turn. Forked road, forks, and a flask for a picnic. I read to you from a cereal box. Here’s