


My subconscious is unaware that I am no longer capable of giving piggyback rides to other adults.


The next day, I bought the cheapest plane ticket I could find and booked a night in the Super 8 outside of Coeur d’Alene. The room had red checkered half-curtains and free toothpaste.

I’ve found that hobbies are a great way to distract yourself from the fact that it’s too late to realize your potential.

A fissure opened in the earth. The car found it, slowing in the way that makes you realize how fast you were going.

Our Land turns particularly bleak at night; bicycles are stolen and dumpsters are torched. In the morning, users who sleep rough light spoons and burn up powders in front of little kids going to school.

The world’s all burning. You might as well buy yourself a pretty little (not so little) mansion. You can too: make love in the microplastics.

I heard my liver slapping onto the tile floor. My pancreas half falling out of me, hanging all the way down into the sink with my old skin.

The teacher hated the children. Ashley with her electric fence and Michelle with her little doll and Daniel with his frog.