The chicken s rotten and the tomatoes sank with mold.

est. reading time: 2 minutesThe evening was the smell of greasy Chinese food and spit. A series of continuous beeps kept us alert during the intervals.We tried to get

est. reading time: 2 minutesI turn beautiful with beautiful things and despite themselves I get the same headache I do with what’s ugly. So the headache matters most, the

est. reading time: < 1 minuteWhat’s inside of me I can’t conceive of. I believe in my body but my body believes in me and this me, little that he

est. reading time: < 1 minute I wondered how long until one of us succumbed to the numbing grasp things tend to have. We don’t hear the second tick away, clinging

est. reading time: < 1 minuteI need a blunt object to pry me open and scoop something out of me that can be preserved. It’s only ephemeral but it shouldn’t

est. reading time: 2 minutesThe banter of life isn’t enough but in its purest form it is the only true ephemeral thing. It means as much as the things