
INCARCERATED
Factories are making paper clips. Can you imagine the satisfaction? The bending of the wire. The applause of the factory workers.


A HISTORY OF PEOPLE
They woke inside a circular fence of neatly stacked packages of steak, quail, and veal. Each package was the size of a toddler’s hand and could be opened with a toddler’s strength.


ACTUAL FICTION
A demon with a badge, and I hate the color of tan uniforms in the same way that I hate the smell of Bud Light and gun oil.


THERE WAS A PLACE IN MY NECK WHERE MEANING ONCE STOOD
There are stones there many colored; so said the ancient one ⎯ our guide ⎯ before the hunt hacked his storied greatness into moss.

Primaternity
I have headaches that expand into the world and make the people around me ill. They don’t know it yet, but my neighbours are all slowly dying of me.

HARD ON THE BEAVER
I picked up ruined dreams and dreamed of dissonant chords I’d never play after the piano went out the window.

NEVER WORK A DAY
You can’t sit around or be lazy, he says. It displays weakness, a lack of energy. There are days you pay in knee cartilage, arterial decay.
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