the two boys are adolescent versions of themselves. they are on the couch on the ground floor being lazy slobs. they ask me if i know the Blue Man. What? I ask them. They say, yeah, we saw a blue man fly through here earlier. he was super fast. and as they’re describing it i […]
Tag: police
living in my last apartment with my suburban upper class generic dream family. we see a neighbor woman acting a little strange. she’s wearing a mask and peeking into our windows. we know her, she can come over any time. and then it appears as if she falls. she’s super pregnant so I, a teenage […]
i’m being watched. or i’m a target. or… they’re not really sure yet. but i’m definitely the center of some paranormal or psychological plot. the officers are sure of it. i can’t be at work. work is not safe anymore. i can’t go home. we decide i will stay with my brother. we’re not close […]
walking hannah, going south on Wesley. her harness has an extra lead attached to it that is picked up by what i at first think is a bird and laugh at the feeling of hannah being tugged in another direction from my end of the leash. but as i squint (oh the frustration of being […]
i’ve been waiting to see my court appointed counselor for a long time. i give up and go into the bathroom in the police station. i take the dead bloody hand out of my bag and let it slap the floor. then i dig until i find a giant butcher knife in my bag. i […]
My dad as a cop? Immigrant cousins and signed stained handbags. I don’t know.
Durian and fish cookies disguised as oatmeal raisin and offered by Adam. crumbs multiplying in my mouth, gagging and gagging, pulling a fishing line from my mouth and feeling the pull of the hook stuck in the roof of my mouth, way in the back. My dad who stank but I couldn’t smell it. Old […]
