
EXPANSE by Tyler Dillow
She talks to me at the bar. She talks about him. Him, the fucking bastard. How could you not fall in love with him and how could you not hate him? She talks back at me. On the front patio of the bar, she lies next to me and the inner mass of a star collapses inside her. The star collapses inside her earthly body. The star collapses the lives of crumpled people—people shrinking, people expanding. Have you seen that Lars Von Trier film—fuck—what’s it called? You know the one where the leading actress is blonde and white and she…