love
-
It was awkward at first, but then it became routine. When I started working at Big Don’s the walk-in was a maze, and everywhere I put a dirty six-pan seemed like a personal offense to whoever was in the dish pit that day. I was an outcast, but I was willing to learn. And the…
-
I hate the way they changed you. Skin sloughing off broken boundaries. Influx of charred carbon scattered along your thighs. The tubes. The mechanical wheezing of compression and release, lungs collapsed drowning in sewage. I hate the way they look at you. The fact they gave you a name. All eyes on Parkinson’s needle scratching…
-
I can’t think of anything. The gray fuzz that swirls during meditation only blocks out. Never produces. When people think of meditation, they think of trying their best to not think of anything. Maybe this blank stare at my screen serves a higher purpose. It mostly comes in flickers. I had a weird dream last…
ZCUMCORE 