April 2011
4 posts
Reverse Court
the day came when // i realized i had apologized to everyone but you for the things i said and the time i was wasting and the cuts i had deepened // i knew i was ready and when you came to visit we went for a walk, like always i did my best to say what needed saying // and you regarded me with // cautious appreciation later // i thought there, that wasn’t so hard then i remembered it...
Flee Market
Pop quiz: You’re the head of a crack squad of talented, attractive, low-life twenty somethings charged with surviving the violent meltdown of free-market suburbia. The enduring moral and economic hypocrisies of global capitalism have energized an international conspiracy of disenfranchised zealots with only two things in common: They are pissed, and they want to fucking kill everyone. Now, they...
Keep pulling—like that. Grab a hold of whatever you can: doorknobs, drawer handles, cords, chains, zippers, out-turned pockets, unkempt hair. Drag yourself. A few inches further. Now a few more. This was easier upright—right? Well, no use lamenting what you aren’t any longer. Your fingers will get stronger, knuckle by knuckle. Your wrists, too, and then slowly the rest of the...