
MR.WEB
“on all levels except physical, i am baby”
enclosed behind enameled metal door,
waistband of black jeans circling ankles,
i open the missive from my mother
“the first two people to ever fall asleep on call together”
“bad argument?”
“no, the only dream I’ve ever remembered”
“Margaret and Lulabelle”
The shadowy, indeterminate veil, like the sunset’s unwanted gray clouds, fell back over her, and with Margaret no longer wielding a knife to cut through the deadness, she teared up, in gratitude, for seeing through and being seen through.
“silence – in a muffled sort”
“your lungs fighting to get air
but this peace makes air seem insignificant”
“see, even cleverbot says ben is someone who drowned!”
“you asked for it, didn’t you? and now you’ve run out of time”
“LIFE IN RESUS”
“and the Red Nurse slows to the Beegees beat, the Registrar turning his attention to a dumbstruck Medical Student who is trying to ram a plastic tube down the man’s throat”
“BRED (EEL PIT)”
“the two of them are watching / as the burning incense tumbles in the air / catching alight the waifu pillow / that the Hill Folk use”