...IN THE DREAM, SHE LEANED FORWARD AND BEGAN WHISPERING STUFF INTO MY EAR, STUFF LIKE, HERE WE ARE, YOU’RE MY PATIENT, I’M YOUR THERAPIST, AND HERE WE ARE, I HAVE THE SAME FIRST NAME AS YOUR MOTHER, SAME PROFESSION AS YOUR MOTHER, EVEN LOOK LIKE YOUR MOTHER, AND HERE WE ARE, WE HAVE SPENT 45 MINUTES A WEEK FOR THE LAST THREE MONTHS TALKING ABOUT YOUR OEDIPAL ISSUES, YOUR ATTRACTION TO ME, HOW THE TWO ARE RELATED, AND HERE WE ARE, IN THE VERY MOMENT THAT WE HAVE BEEN STEADILY MOVING TOWARD SINCE YOU WALKED INTO THIS ROOM FOR THE FIRST TIME...
THE WINDOWS OF HIS TRUCK HAD ALL FOGGED UP ON THE INSIDE. THEY COULDN’T SEE THE HOUSE. THEY COULDN’T SEE THE CAT ON THE LOG SPLITTER. THEY COULDN’T SEE ANYTHING BUT THE EFFECT OF THEIR BREATH ON THE THIN GLASS THAT KEPT THEM SAFE AND WARM. WITH HER FINGER SHE TRACED A HEART ON THE PASSENGER-SIDE WINDOW. THEN STUCK AN ARROW THROUGH IT.
A MAN WHOSE MIND IS NOT UNLIKE AN
ATTENTION-HUNGRY CHILD SPEEDS HIS LOW-HANGING
YELLOW SPORTS CAR
DOWN THE HARBOR FREEWAY
I’M SEVENTEEN YEARS-OLD NOW AND MY DRUG DEALER, LEONARD, LIVES WAY OUT BY JOHN WAYNE AIRPORT. I HAVE A CRUSH ON LEONARD’S GIRLFRIEND, EMBER, WHO HAS FIBROMYALGIA AND GETS GOVERNMENT DISABILITY CHECKS. EMBER HAS A VOLUPTUOUS CYNICISM THAT ACTS AS AN APHRODISIAC ON ME AND A WHOLE GENERATION OF ORANGE COUNTY PUNKS. EMBER ALSO HAS CUSTODY OF HER SISTER’S TRAUMATIZED DAUGHTER, WHICH SEEMS AT THE TIME, UNFAIRLY ADULT. I CAN EMPATHIZE. ALREADY, I’VE BEEN CONSCRIPTED INTO THE ROLE OF PARENT FOR MY MOTHER, WHO IS COINCIDENTALLY, ALSO ON DISABILITY FOR FIBROMYALGIA. IN MY MOVIE, THERE WILL BE NO PROTESTS. THERE WILL BE NO SOCIOPOLITICAL INFOGRAPHICS. SORRY CLIMATE PEOPLE. A PLANET B DOES EXIST. MY MOVIE IS SET THERE.WE WALKED BEHIND A DESERTED HOUSE AND WENT INTO A FIELD. THERE WAS AN ENORMOUS MOUNTAIN THAT CAME SUDDENLY INTO VIEW AND THE WHOLE SCENE HAD AN IMPOSSIBLY PERFECT QUALITY, LIKE A BAD PAINTING SOMEONE DOES IN THIRTY MINUTES. WORDS WERE MY THING. I HAD A WAY WITH THEM. I WAITED FOR THE RIGHT MOMENT TO RECITE A POEM OUT LOUD. I IMAGINED THEIR FACES SOFTENING IN AWE, THE BACKGROUND MUSIC AND CHATTER STOPPING, AND TIME ITSELF COLLAPSING INTO THE PRESENT MOMENT. ALL EYES ON ME, FOR ONCE. ONE OF THEM WOULD SLOW CLAP AND THE REST WOULD JOIN IN. THEY WOULD BEG FOR MORE, BUT I’D FEIGN MODESTY AND SAY, “THAT’S ENOUGH FOR ONE NIGHT! MAYBE TOMORROW.” I HAVE AIDS LIKE I HAVE CANCER & MS & SCURVY & ALL THE OTHER THINGS
I IMAGINE I HAVE
WHEN SOMEBODY TWEETS ABOUT THEM
OR STABLER SAYS SOMETHING FLEETING ON SVU
& IT TAKES ME LIKE RELIGION, THRUSH,
OR I JUST HAVE A DREAM
& WAKE UP
ABUZZ WITH A NEW, HOLLOW REALNESS,
GOD-FUELED PURPOSE
TO SURVIVE, SURVIVE WHAT
RELIGIOUS STUDIES WAS HIS FAVORITE CLASS. HE TOOK SUCH PLEASURE FROM THE DRONE OF DELMONICO’S VOICE, FROM THE RAP OF THE RADIATORS BENEATH THE WINDOWS, THEIR WET BREATH WHITENING THE GLASS, FROM THE DRIBBLE OF SUN ON HIS TEXTBOOK AND FINGERS, FROM THE SAINTS’ PALE FACES PRINTED ON CHEAP, OILY PAPER, FROM THE MUSTACHES AND GENITALS DRAWN ON THESE FACES SO FORCEFULLY BY THE BOOK’S PRIOR OWNERS THAT HE FELT THEM THROUGH THE PAGE, LIKE BRAILLE, THAT GRADUALLY, SOME CLASSES, HE FELL ASLEEP. WHEN CALLED ON, MALCOLM WAS SO KNOWLEDGEABLE THAT HE KNEW EXACTLY HOW TO ANSWER WRONG.
NINE MONTHS AGO, I CAME TO THIS BLOOMINGDALES IN SEARCH OF A STEALING EXPERIENCE, PARTICULARLY ONE THAT WAS CONSEQUENCE-FREE. I DID NOT FIND WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR THAT DAY. BUT I’VE CHANGED. I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER THE KID WHO WAS BANNED FROM WESTFIELD SHOPPING CENTER AND ALL BLOOMINGDALES-EZ IN PERPETUITY. AND I’M HOPING THEY DON’T EITHER.
GIRLFRIEND IS SO GOOD AND THAT IS WHY HE LOVES HER. HE IS A GREAT MAN AND HIS LOVE IS CANONIZING. HIS LOVE IS A RELIQUARY SHRINE. HIS LOVE IS THE PINK PLASTIC EGG IN WHICH GIRLFRIEND BLINKS AND DOESN’T FEEL. WHEN GIRLFRIEND IS PARTICULARLY GOOD, HE PATS HER ON THE HEAD AND SHE SMILES A BEATIFIC BABY-TOOTHED LOW-RES SMILE. WHEN GIRLFRIEND CRIES, IT IS FOR A DAMN GOOD REASON. WHEN GIRLFRIEND CRIES, SHE SHITPOSTS AND SHITPOSTS AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL AND GOOD AND TRUE. WHAT ABOUT ME? WELL I HAD A PERM IN 1984. I’D SIP ESPRESSO AT THE TABLE WITH AN AK47 IN MY LAP. “I LOVE ITALY” WRITTEN ON MY T-SHIRT, RIGHT ACROSS MY TITS. CHRISTIAN VIOLENCE, I’LL ACCEPT IT. THE GHANAIAN STUDENT HANDS IN A PAPER IN FLAMES. MY STUDENTS HATE MOBY BUT LOVE PHILIP K. I AM AWARE OF THE EFFECT MY STATURE HAS ON SOME STUDENTS. A RENT IN MY STOCKING INCREASES MY OVERHEAD. A GIBBON REPLACES THE AUSTRALIAN STUDENT. EM: BEFORE LANGUAGE, WE HAD A SUPERIOR FORM OF COMMUNICATION. AND SO I FEEL LIKE ALL THESE THINGS THAT SEEM LIKE COINCIDENCES OR WOO WOO, ARE JUST THAT EARLIER THING. WHICH IS NOT ACTUALLY LANGUAGE. IT’S PICTURES.
STC: IT’S PICTURES. THAT’S ANOTHER IDEA I FIND AN AFFINITY WITH IN YOUR WORK. THOSE MOMENTS OF NONVERBAL MOMENTS. THAT’S SORT OF HOW COOL FOR YOU ENDS, WHEN YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT THE DEATH OF YOUR FATHER. AND YOU HAVE THIS ONE RANT ABOUT HOW… WE’RE JUST MAKING SOUNDS.
T IS HAVING A PSYCHOTIC BREAK
Sanna Bendetto
6.27.22
MY EX BOYFRIEND T SHOWED UP AT MY PARENTS’ HOUSE, DISSOCIATED AND CONFUSED, WEARING HELMUT LANG SHOES AND ASKING WHERE I WAS AND WHEN I WAS COMING BACK.
THE NOVELIST
Excerpt by Jordan Castro
Interview by Keegan Swenson
6.21.22
I COULD STILL SEE MY REFLECTION ON THE SCREEN, AND I SURVEYED THE GENERAL SHAPE OF MY HEAD AS I SIPPED ANOTHER SMALL SIP OF COFFEE AND SUDDENLY FELT AN EXHILARATING BURST OF ENERGY: I COULD START A NEW NOVEL! I LOOKED AT WHAT I’D WRITTEN ABOUT ERIC. I COULD WRITE A NOVEL WHERE I JUST TALKED SHIT ABOUT ERIC; I COULD WRITE MY OWN VERSION OF WOODCUTTERS. WHAT COMPELS BOTH BABITZ AND LANA SEEMS TO BE A KIND OF COSMIC PARANOIA THAT THEY ARE EACH THE LAST GIRL LEFT AT THE PARTY. IT’S THE PSYCHIC SQUALOR OF KNOWING THAT YOU’VE HAD TOO MUCH, AND STILL FEELING LIKE NONE OF IT WAS ENOUGH.WE PASS A LITANY OF CONSTRUCTION VEHICLES AND CLICK BACK INTO THE ROAD. “MY RELATIONSHIP TO MEMORY HAS BECOME LIKE MY RELATIONSHIP TO ORGASMS. I REALIZE I SHOULDN’T SAY THIS TO YOU.”
I’M AN ALCOHOLIC, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE. I’M A FILTHY SEX ADDICT, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE. I’M A FUCKING PRICK, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE. I’M A DESPERATE IDIOT, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE. I ALSO NEVER KNEW MY FATHER AND ALMOST SCIENTIFICALLY SPEAKING, THAT CAN COMPLETELY BANKRUPT A MAN.
AN ANSWER
Jimmy Cajoleas
5.16.22
HANDS AND KNEES
Sophie Kemp
5.09.22
WHEN LEAH WAS HERE, SHE WOULD ALWAYS GRUNT LOUDLY WHILE LISTENING TO THE WICKED SOUNDTRACK ON HER NOISE-CANCELING HEADPHONES. SOMETIMES I’D HEAR HER HUMMING. SHE WOULD SIT THERE AND HUM ABOUT THE WITCH WHO WANTS LOVE. OR WORSE: SHE’D ASK ME HOW MY DAY WAS GOING. OR FAR WORSE: SHE’D SAY IN A TONE OF VOICE THAT IMPLIES CONCERN “SARA, YOU REALLY NEED TO STOP TAKING NINE BENADRYLS AS SOON AS YOU GET OUT OF YOUR CLASS ON THE CULTURAL HISTORY OF RIGA, LATVIA. IT’S FREAKING EVERYONE OUT IN OUR VEGAN COOP.”
I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. I WANT TO SAY THE CLOUDS LOOK LIKE A MISTAKE, BUT INSTEAD I VOW—TO KEEP IN TOUCH, TO REACH OUT MORE, TO BE BETTER, TO BE MORE KIND, TO WORK ON MYSELF, TO INHERIT THE EARTH.
HI JEFF,
THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW. I’M ACTUALLY IN LA INDEFINITELY NOW. I’M MAKING CONNECTIONS IN CREATIVE INDUSTRIES, AND WHO KNOWS HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE UNTIL THESE CONNECTIONS HAVE BEEN FORGED.
LONELY CROWDS
Stephanie Njeri Wambugu
4.25.22
THE OPENER? DRAIN GANG. IN BETWEEN: GIRLPOOL. AFTERPARTY: KESHA. WOW. I WAS TOLD NIC CAGE WOULD BE THERE TOO AND I REALLY NEED TO MEET HIM FOR THIS PROJECT I’M TRYING TO MAKE… AND YET I HAD TO REMAIN TRUE TO MADELINE AND ALL OF YOU, YES THE FOREVER MAG CURSED CROWD. AND SO I DISPATCHED ANOTHER CLONE. AND HE’S AT THE TABLE NOW, SO LET’S CHECK IN WITH HIM. I GOT DRESSED AND WALKED TO THE FRONT DESK AND GAVE THE WOMAN IN THE WHITE GOLF SHIRT AND BLACK JEANS MY CREDIT CARD AGAIN FOR THE TIP. EXOITC FISH SWAM BESIDE HER IN A SMALL BLUE TANK. TWO SMALL TURTLES HUGGED IN A WHITE DISH BESIDE THE TANK. THE GIRL IN THE BLUE DRESS CAME OUT AND GIGGLED SOMETHING TO THE WOMAN IN THE WHITE GOLF SHIRT AND BLACK JEANS.
RELIGION MINUS THE PEOPLE
THE ONLY MAMMAL THAT GOOGLES ITSELF
THE MOLECULES THAT DECIDE THEY ARE YOU
WHO YOU THINK YOU LOVE &
WHAT YOU THINK LOVE IS
THEN BOARDED THE TRAIN ON TO BOSTON,
SLEPT BESIDE MY CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND
BENEATH A BLANKET
PHOTO-PRINTED WITH HER FACE—
A JOKE-GIFT FROM HER OLD LOVE.
DREAMED THAT IN MY DREAMS I SAW THE FUTURE.
“LET’S TALK ABOUT ASSETS,” HE CONTINUES. “I ONCE DATED A MOVIE STAR WHO OWNED THREE BENGAL TIGERS. WHEN SHE ULTIMATELY OVERDOSED AND DIED, I FOUND OUT SHE HAD BEQUEATHED SAID TIGERS TO ME.”
PRAYER IS WHATEVER YOU SAY ON YOUR KNEES.
A BRANCH SNAPPED SOMEWHERE. THEN IT WAS SILENT AGAIN. HE HELD THE QUIET LIKE A CUDGEL IN HIS HAND. STRAINED HIS EYES TO PEER INTO THE BLACK CORNERS BEHIND THE MOSS-DRAPED STONES. HE WONDERED IF HIS STUDENTS HAD FOLLOWED HIM FROM THE CAR. BUT THERE WAS NO ONE; JUST THE CEMETERY EMPTY, THE NIGHT SILENT. JUST AN OLD MAN AND HIS LOST MARBLES AND THE WAYWARD FOUL-MOUTHED GHOST OF HIS DEARLY BELOVED BECKONING FROM THE GRAVE.ONE DAY YOU’LL HAVE WORDS OF YOUR OWN SEED-STEEPED, MILKED BY THE CURDLING WAX OF A CANDLE USED TO SUMMON YOU TO THE DIRT-FLOOR WHERE I BIRTH YOU AGAIN.
AFTERTHOUGHT
Jenna Putnam
3.8.22
THREE THOUSAND POEMS
Ricky Bing
3.6.22
MY PSYCHIATRIST SAID THERE’S A KILLER INSIDE ME. THEN, AFTERWARDS, AN ENTIRE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN.
I MADE YOUR GAME A BIBLICAL BURDEN: YOUR TOTAL SUM OF CRIMES AGAINST HEAVEN-ON-EARTH CONVERTED TO A TEST. WE WILL ARBITRATE IT HERE––IN THIS MAKESHIFT OPERATING THEATER, CENTERSTAGE AT THE OPERA––WHERE EVERYONE’S A VICTIM & YOU PLAY EVERY PART. AT THIS POINT IT BECAME CLEAR THAT I WAS NOT WELCOME AT THE TABLE. THOUGH NO ONE SAID THOSE EXACT WORDS, VOICES WERE RAISED AND THEY WERE RAISED AGAINST ME. “THIS WAS ALL SUPPOSED TO STOP WHEN YOU STARTED THE GODDAMN NEWSLETTER,” SAID JUDITH; “YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING NARCISSIST,” SAID MY SON; WHILE THE OFFENDED PARTY, WHO SAT THERE MOSTLY INDIFFERENT TO THE SUPPOSED INSULT, SILENTLY DRANK HER CHAMPAGNE.AT THIS CAMP, THINGS LIKE ADVERSE WEATHER, WILD ANIMAL ENCOUNTERS, ILLNESS AND INJURY WERE ALL CONSIDERED INSTRUMENTAL TO THE TEENS’ DEVELOPING LIFE SKILLS. A STORM, FOR INSTANCE, COULD BE TAKEN AS A METAPHOR FOR A DIFFICULT PERIOD IN ONE’S LIFE. YOU JUST HAD TO PITCH YOUR TENT AND WAIT IT OUT.
1 CORINTHIANS 13 IS THE BIBLE VERSE ABOUT LOVE HETEROSEXUAL CHRISTIAN COUPLES LIKE TO RECITE AT WEDDINGS. THE WHY OF THIS CHRISTIAN MATRIMONIAL CURATORIAL DECISIONMAKING MAKES CLEAR SENSE TO ME.
NEEDED MY ID TO
SHOUT ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS
SPONSORED BY WELLS FARGOHE WANTS TO WATCH PIGS WITH CELEBRITY SOBRIQUETS ROUND A TRACK TO CLASSIC ROCK. SHE WANTS TO PET SHEEP IN AG BUILDINGS. THEY BUY A SAUSAGE AND SPLIT IT AND DECIDE THEY’LL GO FOR TAPAS AFTER THE FAIR. “UPSTATE SPARKLE,” HE SAYS, “WE’LL WASH IT DOWN.”I LEFT EVERYTHING
THE WAY IT WAS
PROVE ME WRONG
APRIL
Micah Cash
2.11.22
TWO POEMS
Emma Seely-Katz
2.9.22
I’M SURE I REMEMBER
RECONCILING
MY TAKING TURNED INWARD
BUT THEN CAME A SALVE
LIKE ME
DEEMED UNHOLY
FOUR POEMS
Travis Diehl
2.5.22
DIMES SQUARE
Matthew Gasda
2.4.22
ROSIE
IT'S A BUNCH OF SOCIAL CLIMBERS RAILING COKE AT 4AM SHITTING ON THEIR SO-CALLED FRIENDS.
ASHLEY
THAT’S BLEAK.
ROSIE
THIS WHOLE GROUP OF PEOPLE IS NOT GOING TO BE HANGING OUT IN A YEAR, LET ALONG SIX MONTHS. IT'S ROTTING.
JOKES & TRICKS
Tess Pollok
2.1.22
SHE HOLDS OUT HER PHONE. SHE WANTS TO KNOW IF SHE LOOKS ANOREXIC. THEY’RE SAYING SHE HAS AN EATING DISORDER, BUT IT’S A STOMACH CONDITION. I’M NOT RELIGIOUS BUT I LOVE THE SIMPLICITY OF PRAYER.
"HEY IF YOU DON'T MIND. I'M JUST TRYING TO HAVE A QUITE DRINK HERE. MY FATHER'S DYING UPSTAIRS IN THE PRESIDENTIAL, AND I JUST NEED A MOMENT TO ENJOY MY MARTIN-I."
GOD IS A DISEMBODIED MOUTH
Alisha Wexler
1.29.22
PRODUCTION ASSISTANTS
Ryan Mangione
1.27.22
FOR A MOMENT DURING THE MID-AUGHTS, MORE THAN FIVE YEARS BUT PROBABLY LESS THAN EIGHT, GAY PORN BECAME SATURATED WITH VIDEOS OF DEPRESSED RUSSIAN TWINKS. THESE VIDEOS WERE FORMALLY PERFECT.I AM USED TO SEEING INSTRAGRAM POSTS ABOUT DEAD GAY PEOPLE. HIV/AIDS MEMORIAL INSTAGRAM ACCOUNTS LAY THEM OUT LIKE A QUILT, LIKE A VISION BOARD, LIKE A DINER WALL CROWDED WITH SIGNED HEADSHOTS, LIKE GRINDR.GIRLS WITH BRAZILIAN JEANS AND FAKE NAILS AND CHEAP THONGS FROM FALLAS AND STICKY LIP GLOSS AND HAIR WITH TOO MUCH GEL AND EYES COVERED IN TOO MUCH EYELINER ARE GIRLS LIKE ME. GIRLS FROM FLORIDA WITH OVERLY STRAIGHTENED HAIR WHO OBNOXIOUSLY CHEW GUM JUST TO DRAW ATTENTION TO THEIR MOUTHS AND GIRLS WHO HANG OUT WITH BOYS WHO ARE TOO OLD AND KNOW MORE THAN THEM.
THE RETENTION OF MY SERVICES
I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW THE OCEAN COULD USE STREETLIGHTS, RISING UP AND OUT IN COLOSSAL LINES ALL THE WAY TO THE HORIZON, LIGHTING UP THE WATER LIKE A FOOTBALL FIELD. I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW THIS COULD BE DETRIMENTAL TO THE LOCAL WILDLIFE, BUT THAT MAYBE IT WOULD BE WORTH IT SO WE COULD ALL SEE OUT THERE INTO THE WATER AFTER THE SUN QUIT US FOR THE DAY, WHICH IT DID EARLY THAT DAY, FOR DAYLIGHT SAVINGS HAD JUST ENDED. WE COULD ALL USE AN IMAGE OF SUCH SCALE AT THAT TIME OF NIGHT. MAYBE THE WILDLIFE WOULD BE FINE. MAYBE WE COULD REPLICATE WHAT WE LOST IN LABORATORY SETTINGS. WE COULD ALL BE SAVED, MAYBE—A PASSING THOUGHT, WE WOULD NOT BE.
I SEE ALL THESE THINGS, AND EVENTUALLY THEY’RE TAKING MY VITALS, AND EVENTUALLY STILL I’M SHUFFLING THROUGH THE BREAKFAST LINE. I’M BEHIND MS. ROSA, WHO’S HUNCHED OVER HER WALKER, VIBRATING IN THAT WAY YOU DO WHEN YOU’RE JUST BONES AND MEMORIES AND A NERVOUS SYSTEM.
I’M ALREADY ANTICIPATING ALL THE TIMES
YOU WILL CHEAT ON ME
WITH YOUR EX,
W A WOMAN FROM HIGH SCHOOL,
W A WOMAN FROM A DATING APP YOU HAVEN’T YET
BEEN BANNED FROMMY MOTHER GREW UP IN A SHIPPING CONTAINER AND DIPPING HER FEET IN A PUDDLE OF MUD AND RAINWATER WAS A FAVORITE PAST-TIME OF HERS. SHE GAVE BIRTH TO MY SISTER THREE YEARS BEFORE ME ON JULY 5 1987. SHE WOULD TELL YOU NOW THAT IT WAS A MISTAKE, A BABY BRAT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE WOMB.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD? DO YOU AVOID ANY MEAT PRODUCTS? WOULD YOU ACCEPT A BLOOD TRANSFUSION? I WASH MY HANDS AGAIN. I LOOK HER DEAD IN THE EYE. DO YOU THINK YOU’RE SMARTER THAN ME?
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? ARE YOU READY TO DIE?
THE NEXT YEAR A STUDENT DIED FROM AUTO-EROTIC ASPHYXIATION. I DIDN'T KNOW HIM, BUT I PASSED HIM IN THE HALLWAYS. AFTER THE CHAPEL ANNOUNCING HIS DEATH, HIS FRIENDS GATHERED IN A CORNER OF THE BLEACHERS AND CRIED IN THE ARMS OF TEACHERS. A PIECE OF PAPER WAS POSTED ON THE BULLETIN BOARD. IT REMINDED STUDENTS TO REACH OUT IF THEY NEEDED HELP. SUICIDAL THOUGHTS WERE NORMAL, BUT NOT PART OF GOD'S PLAN. FOR THE NEXT MONTH, I WITNESSED A RESTRAINED GRIEF ON EVERYONE'S FACE. I PROBABLY HAD IT TOO. HE WAS WITH GOD NOW, THEY SAID. HE WAS IN A BETTER PLACE, THEY SAID. I PICTURED HIM IN HEAVEN JACKING OFF FOR ALL ETERNITY.
WE EXCHANGED A FEW CURT MESSAGES, SUP HOTTIE? - TY NOT MUCH WBU - SAME. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR? - LET’S HANG OUT. THEN PRESENTED SEDUCTIVE PICTURES FROM OUR PORTFOLIOS. HIS COMPELLED ME. MADE ME FEEL LAWLESS ANOMIE. I WANTED TO PASS THROUGH THE PHONE AND MAUL HIM. - HOTTTTTT - THEY WERE ALL CHARMINGLY INEPT, MOTION BLURRED, LIT WITH BARING FLASHES, BUT EVEN UNDER UNFORGIVING CONDITIONS, I WANTED WHAT I SAW, EVERY PIXEL.
YOUR THERAPIST IS NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU. HE'S JERKED OFF TO YOU, BUT HE'S NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU. HOWEVER IT'S OK AND NATURAL TO FEEL HOW YOU FEEL. AND ETHICALLY THERE'S NO WAY FOR YOU TO FUCK UP HERE, UNLESS YOU BLACKMAIL THE GUY OR MAKE HIM EAT YOUR PUSSY AT GUNPOINT.
NO NEED FOR PARADIGMATIC
GYMNASTICS. DRAMATIC. NOW,
THE AMAZON HAS BURNED OUT,
THERE IS FIVE OF EVERYTHING.
THE COMPACT ELEMENTS ADORNING
THE PLENUM, COMPLAINING
IN HETEROGENOUS FASHION OF INFECTION.
I WAS BROUGHT UP IN A CULT. THE RELIGION HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH BLOOD AND LAMBS. I WAS IN LOVE WITH SUE ELLEN. IN THE BACK OF THE PICKUP TRUCK WITH MY HAIR GOING WILD. DARK SUMMER DAYS WHEN WE’D HIDE IN THE WOODS.MOM ALWAYS HANGS A PADDLE BY THE STORM DOOR THAT SAYS:
“HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS.”
DADDY ALWAYS HANGS A CRUCIFIX IN THE BEDROOM.
WITHOUT FAIL, AS THEY SWUNG INTO THE DRIVE AFTER A TRIP ON WHICH SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN BEHAVING LIKE HER USUAL, SUNNY SELF, SHE WOULD DARKEN, BEGGING HIM TO TURN AROUND—TO RENT A ROOM AT THE CHATEAU, OR AT THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL. “HONEY,” HE WOULD TELL HER SOFTLY, SOUNDING WEARIER AND WEARIER, “THIS IS OUR HOUSE. WE HAVE TO STAY IN IT.”
THE SKY CLOSES UP AND THE HOT GIRL ANGEL LAUGHTER FADES OUT WITH IT. HEAVEN HAS A GOOD SOUND TECH. 'EVERYTHING' IS SO SMALL UP THERE NOW IT COULD BE NOTHING. A SPECK OF DUST BETWEEN HERE AND INFINITELY EXPANDING OUTER SPACE.
THE ROOM IS THE ROOM
THE KISS THE KISS
THE CUP THE CUP
THE EYE THE EYE
THE STING IS THIS STING
AND NO OTHER.
YOU GOT A LOOK IN YOUR EYES, A GLIMMER THAT SAYS “I AM BETWEEN THE AGES OF 24-27 YEARS OLD, AND I HAVE THE WHOLE REST OF MY LIFE IN FRONT OF ME TO BE A PUBLICIST OR BE AN 100 POUND LITTLE THING IN THE BACK OF AN ARMORED TANK REPORTING ON THE WAR IN IRAQ.”
I LOVE MY COUSIN. AND FAMILY AND GOD AND AMERICA AND THE TROOPS AND FOX’S TRANSFORMER NFL GRAPHICS AND COLD WET BEER AND JET SKIS. MY FUCK I LOVE JET SKIS. I’VE NEVER RIDDEN ONE. I’M SCARED TO LOVE A THING. IT HURTS TO LOVE A THING, ALMOST REGARDLESS.
I GET THE QUESTION RIGHT AND A REVIEW BOX POPS UP WITH A HELPFUL MNEMONIC TO KEEP TRACK OF THE FATIGUE OF THIS CANCER, AND THE WEIRD THING OF THIS CANCER. I DON’T NEED THE HELPFUL MNEMONIC, BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW, AND BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE A MNEMONIC, FOR THE TREATMENT OF MYOCARDIAL INFARCTION: OSAMA BIN (OXYGEN, STATINS, ASPIRIN, MORPHINE, ACE INHIBITORS, BETA BLOCKERS, IV HEPARIN, NITROGLYCERIN).
TAKE CARE OF ME FOREVER
Anika Jade Levy
12.1.21
GIVE ME YOUR LOAD
Sam Fishman
11.30.21
I’M WATCHING A LACTATING CAMGIRL RIDE HER PARTNER. SHE’S MOANING, HE’S SWEARING—THEY’RE SWEATY AND HOT AND YOUNG. SOMETIMES SHE DOES THIS TRICK I LIKE WHERE SHE SPRAYS HER MILK AT THE CAMERA. I REACH BEHIND ME AT A PILE OF USED TISSUES AND FIND ONE WITH A LITTLE LIFE LEFT.
POCKET FULL OF POSY
Carliann Madison
11.29.21
THE WITCH KING OF WILLIAMSBURG
Arthur Boyle
11.29.21
THE WITCH KING IS EATING BACK TO BACK WHOPPERS IN THE MYRTLE BURGER KING. A CASHWAD IS TUCKED INTO HIS SWEATDAMPED DIAPER AND HE IS DRIPPING DESPITE THE ARTIFICIAL CALM OF CONDITIONED AIR AND HE BITES THREE TIMES THE MEAT IN THE SANDWICH THEN UNWADS A DOLLAR AND SLAMS IT ON THE TABLE.“WE’RE GETTING CLOSE!” THE DRIVER SHOUTED OVER THE DIN. HE INDICATED FOR ME TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW. I COULDN’T YET SEE WHY BUT I LOOKED ANYWAYS. ESTABLISHMENTS HAD STARTED TO CROP UP, PLASTER COATED INNS WITH STACKS OF SALVAGED WOOD AND STONE PILED OUTSIDE, MID CONSTRUCTION, OR DECONSTRUCTION, GLASS CUBES BLUSHING FROM PILOT POWER, UNOPENED SHOP FRONTS AND HALLOWED OUT STRUCTURES, OVERRUN WITH VINES OR DUNES. THE LANDSCAPE EMERGED AS IF FROM A LONG SLEEP.I HEAD FOR THE BATHROOM WITH A BAGGIE ALEX PASSES ME IN HIS PALM. WHEN HIS SKIN TOUCHES MINE, HE TAKES HOLD OF MY WHOLE HAND, LIFTS IT TO HIS LIPS, KISSES. I GIVE HIM A NASTY LOOK. WE BOTH KNOW HE’S NOT SWEET. “EVEN BEFORE SUCCESS, PUSSY WAS NUMBER ONE,” HE WILL ONE DAY TELL BILLBOARD MAGAZINE.
LOL
John Reed
11.18.21
SATURDAY NIGHT’S MAIN EVENT
Brian Alan Ellis
11.16.21
I THINK ABOUT DRAWING A SHITTY ’80S WRESTLING MUSTACHE ON LO’S FACE WITH SHARPIE. “DON’T WORRY,” I’D SAY, “IT’S NOT AS GROSS AS IT LOOKS ON TV.” THEN I CONSIDER PUMMELING HER WITH A PILLOW, PRETENDING IT’S THE BAG WITH JAKE’S PYTHON (DAMIEN) IN IT, BUT I THINK BETTER OF IT, AND TRY FALLING ASLEEP ALSO, EYES ALL-THE-WAY CLOSED, HOPING I DON’T HAVE AN ACTUAL HEART ATTACK.
IN NEW YORK, IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE IS GETTING ENGAGED BUT EVERYONE IS ALSO POLYAMOUROUS, INFORMALLY. GETTING ENGAGED AT 23 IS THE NEW JOINING THE PEACE CORPS OR DOING PORN. IT’S WHAT OUR GRANDPARENTS WERE DOING TWO GENERATIONS AGO. ARE WE REALLY ALWAYS JUST GOING IN CIRCLES?...WE WATCH OUR PEERS BEGIN TO MAKE FINANCIAL DECISIONS, MARRYING FOR MONEY OR A GREEN CARD. GONE ARE THE DAYS OF BISEXUALITY AND CHEAP COCAINE FROM TOWNIES AND 16MM FILMS ABOUT OUR ADOLESCENT CONSCIOUSNESS FORMING IN UPSTATE NEW YORK. TIME TO GET SERIOUS, GET A DOG, THINK ABOUT REPRODUCING, START WORKING FOR ONE’S PARENTS.
WHEN THE BRAIN IS DEPRIVED OF
STIMULI IT CREATES
OVER 4000 DOLLARS PER DAY JUST BY ANSWERING BASIC ONLINE SURVEYSTHE SCREEN ON MY TELEVISION WENT BLACK. I WAS HAVING FUN. BUT THE SCREEN ON THE TELEVISION WENT BLACK AND THEN A SMALL MESSAGE APPEARED WHERE THE “VIDEO 1” SIGN SHOULD HAVE BEEN. AND IT WAS SO SMALL I COULD HARDLY READ IT. I WAS ANGRY AGAIN AND I WALKED UP TO MY TELEVISION SET TO SEE THE ERROR MESSAGE. “WELCOME. DO YOU WANT TO PLAY?”
WALKING THROUGH EAST VILLAGE A WOMAN ON THE PHONE SAYS “I DIDN’T KNOW HOW BAD IT WAS” AND NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO KNOW HOW BAD IT WAS
THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS FROM MEMORY
Megan Boyle
10.27.21
THE BLACK SHAWL
Blake Butler
10.27.21
NOW MY COMPUTER WON’T TURN ON. I MEAN OR WHEN IT DOES IT JUST SHOWS THIS SCREEN OF GOLD LIGHT AND THERE IS A VOICE LIKE SOMEONE TELLING ME TO CUT MY ARMS OFF OR BASH MY HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE AND IT WON’T STOP TALKING UNTIL I TURN THE MACHINE OFF AGAIN AND HIDE IN THE CLOSET.DO YOU CONSIDER LOVE
A.) HOBBY
B.) CAREER
C.) HOLY WAR
D.) ALL OF THE ABOVE?AND THE FACT IS I AM THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BOY WHO HAS EVER GRACED THIS EARTH; I AM CHALAMET, I AM LEO, I AM PHOENIX BEFORE THE NEEDLE PRICK: I AM ALL OF THEM COMBINED, ROLLED INTO ONE,AND THEN SMOKED FOR THE MEDICINAL BENIFITS; AND ALL IS WELL ALL IS HEAVEN.SHE WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. CERTAINLY NOT BY THE MAILMAN, PANTING BEHIND POLYESTER, HOLDING HIS DELIVERY LOW, BEET RED AND BOTHERED. NOR WILL SHE BE FORGOTTEN BY HER TOILET, OR MIRRORS, OR LOVING PHONE. NOR HER TRUSTY SPATULA—COLD METAL, LONGING FOR A HOT FLIP EVERY NOW AND THEN. REST IN PEACE.NOW I HAVE TO BURN
EVERYTHING I’VE ACHIEVED,
AND YOU MISTAKE MY COLLAPSE
FOR JUST ANOTHER BEACHSIDE CONDO.SOME CHANNEL THAT ONLY PLAYS MUSIC VIDEOS IS ON THE TV. A GIRL SINGS A SONG ABOUT HOW MEN ARE EVIL AND SHE SITS ON A CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT. THE CHAIR CATCHES FIRE AND SO DOES SHE.
THE MAN SETS THE POLE DOWN AND WADES INTO THE WATER. WARM AS A BATH. HE CLOSES HIS EYES AND HOLDS HIS BREATH. HE FOLLOWS THE LINE TOWARD THE LAKE’S BOTTOM, WHERE THE DEAD FOX HAS SUNK AGAIN. HE HOLDS THE FOX’S SMALL HEAD IN HIS HANDS. RUNS HIS THUMBS SOFTLY AGAINST THE CORNERS OF ITS EYES AND THEN LEANS FORWARD, WHISPERING INTO ONE OF ITS EARS.
RIDE WITH YOURSELF, THE THING YOU WERE HESITATING TO DO, DO IT, WINTER IS COMING ANF WE ARE SOON ALL GOING TO BE DEAD. I’M SERIOUS. SO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. LIKE REALLY, MAKE GOOD WITH YOUR MINIONS, FLOW OUT, MAKE ME PROUD.
THEY MEET
THEY BECOME CLOSE
THEY SPEND A NIGHT TOGETHER
ALEX AFTER GRADUATION TRIES TO MAKE IT MORE OR LASTING
THEY DON’T SPEAK AFTER THAT
CHRISTINE INVITES ALEX TO HER WEDDING (?)
ALEX GOES, BRINGING JACK
SHE GETS HER TIME ALONE WITH CHRISTINE
IT’S JUST AS UNRESOLVED AS IT EVER WAS
SHE BREAKS UP WITH JACK
AND DREAMS OF DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF LIFE
THOUGH THESE BEGIN TO FADE.
AT THIS POINT
SEXUALITY HAD BEEN REPACKAGED
INTO A SECRET GROUPING OF COMPLEX
ARITHMETIC GAMES.
SO I HEARD HIM OUT, EVEN THOUGH I’M BRAINWASHED BECAUSE I GOT THE VAX. I FELT LIKE VAX DISCOURSE WITH AN ACTUAL DOCTOR WOULD SERVE ME IRL.
WE CROSSED THE BRIDGE WHERE YOU SAID NOT TO LOOK OVER AND I SAID I WOULDN’T, BUT I DID, AND THERE WERE A DOZEN BODIES FLOATING ON THEIR BACKS AND I FOLLOWED THEIR LIFELESS GAZES TO THE SKY, WHERE THEY LAST SEARCHED FOR GOD IN THE CLOUDS, BUT SAW ONLY SMOKE.
ANTOINE LOVES ME. HE PIRATES ALL OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES. ONCE HE PIRATED FOX AND THE HOUND AND WE WATCHED IT AT DUSK WHEN THE CICADAS WERE HUMMING AND THE STREET LAMPS WERE BUZZING AND I WAS SOBBING, SOBBING BECAUSE I ALWAYS SOB WHEN THE FOX GETS LEFT IN THE FOREST AND SOBBING BECAUSE I WILL SOON LEAVE ANTOINE AND SOBBING BECAUSE I AM NOT SORRY ABOUT IT.
[ALEXA] BEGAN BY TELLING ME HOW SHE HAS ALWAYS HAS A THING FOR JESUS. I JOKED THAT THIS MADE ME A LITTLE JEALOUS OF THAT ANOREXIC-HOT NAZAREAN. SHE DIDN’T LAUGH. SHE SAID SHE LOVED JESUS BECAUSE HE WAS BOTH MAN AND GOD, FLESH AND SPIRIT. SHE SAID HE WAS A MIRACLE BECAUSE HE WAS SIMULTANEOUSLY BOTH HERE AND THERE. I KNEW WHAT SHE WAS GETTING AT OF COURSE, BUT WANTED TO MAKE HER SAY IT OUT LOUD, SO I ASKED HOW EXACTLY MR. CHRIST WAS ABLE TO HAVE ONE FOOT FIRMLY PLANTED IN EACH REALM? WAS HIS EXISTENCE SOME KIND OF INCREDIBLE ONTOLOGICAL STRADDLING ACT? SHE SAID, NO, JESUS HAD TWO FEET PLANTED IN EACH REALM. I JOKED THAT JESUS MUST HAVE HAD FOUR FEET THEN, THAT HE MUST HAVE NOT BEEN HUMAN AFTER ALL BUT A QUADRUPED, A CUTE DOG MAYBE, A GOLDEN RETRIEVER PUPPY MAYBE. FRUSTRATED, ALEXA SHOUTED THE ONLY SOLUTION, THE ONLY WAY WE COULD BE TOGETHER, WAS FOR ME TO DIE.DOGS DYING IN THE DRY SUMMER, IN AUGUST I WENT BACK HOME AFTER MANUAL LABOR. SCANNED /POL/ FOR FUNNY DISCOURSE. ALL MY FRIENDS ON DISCORD LAUGHING. JOE BIDEN SUCKS. MONKEY WITH A GUN IN A REBEL ENCAMPMENT, AK BARREL SPINNING, PEOPLE DODGING BULLETS, LAUGH REACT THE GIF. THERE’S NO TALIBAN HERE. NOTHING TOO BIG ON THE MIND. GOD IS ABOVE AND JESUS IS LORD. HOW OLD ARE YOU?
I HAD TO THINK HARD.
30.
THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU SAID EARLIER.
WHAT DID I SAY EARLIER?
18.I’M PUSHING WOMEN OUT OF WINDOWS, STARVING MYSELF TO WRITE, TO EAT, DOING EVERYTHING FOR ART, GIVING YOU EVERYTHING. HEROES, VILLAINS, MARTYRS, INSURGENTS.
FRANK LOOKS UP AS THE BLUE SCREEN GIVES WAY TO A SOAP OPERA. AND THE VOLUME IS INCREDIBLY HIGH AS THE THEME MUSIC SWEEPS THROUGH THE BAR. AND FOR A MOMENT, THERE IS THE DEEPEST BEAUTY IMAGINABLE. YES, YOU HAVE NOT EXPERIENCED BEAUTY UNTIL THE THEME SONG FROM A SOAP OPERA PLAYS AT TERRIBLE VOLUME IN AN EMPTY BAR. IN THE DUSY SUNLIGHT. SWEEPING AND COMPLETE.FORTUITOUS AND FAT, GOUT AND GASTRO, LITTLE KIDS RUNNING WITH FLOWERS IN THEIR HANDS, FRACTAL PEARL, SCALLOPED, AND YOUR MIND RINGS BEFORE THE PHONE DOES. CERTAIN PORCHES OF ILL-REPUTE, THE DAWN IS ORANGE IN TWO CHAMBERS AND EVERY FIFTH TRUNK IS HEAVY WITH AUTOMATIC WEAPON. THE VIDEO OF CORD CUTTING, THE ACID OF THE ER DOCTOR, WALKING STRAIGHT INTO THE WATER LIKE A FALLEN SKY.
I AM LIVING WITH OTHER MEN IN LOS ANGELES NOW. THIS IS A STEP-DOWN FACILITY. THEY MAKE DECLARATIONS HERE. THEY SAY THINGS LIKE...ANOREXIC BITCHES ARE BETTER FUCKS THAN BULIMIC BITCHES. THEY DON’T SAY WOMEN. THEY LIKE RUB-AND-TUGS. THEY’VE GAINED WEIGHT ON ZYPREXA AND SEROQUEL AND CLOZAPINE AND DEPAKOTE. THEY HAVE POOR TABLE MANNERS. THEY HAVE BLOWHARD DADS. SOME HAVE COMPLIANT MOTHERS. THAY ARE SDSU GRADUATES AND USC DROPOUTS. THEY HAVE ACCESS TO THE VERY BEST PORNOGRPAHY. THEY ARE PSYCHOTIC UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF MARIJUANA. THEY SUFFER FROM BODY DYSMORPHIA. THEY DISCUSS THE POSSIBILITIES OF FASTING. THEY LOVE COLLEGE BASKETBALL. THIS IS ALL PART OF MY TREATMENT. WHAT I WANTED, ASKED FOR, AND GOT. BECAUSE I NEEDED SOMETHING...
SIFTING THROUGH A PLASTIC CONTAINER OF CHILDHOOD EPHEMERA, I FIND A PHOTOGRAPH OF MY HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIEND. WE MET WHEN I WAS 14 AND HE WAS 17. HE HAD BLACK HAIR, AND I WAS OVERWEIGHT. TO WOO ME, HE WROTE MY NAME IN THE SAND AT THE BEACH AND TOOK A PHOTOGRAPH OF IT, WHICH I HUNG IN A FRAME ABOVE MY BED. SOMETIMES WHILE I MASTURBATED, I FANTASIZED ABOUT US EATING FRENCH FRIES, THEN FUCKING ON THE SAND. I HAD NOT YET LOST MY VIRGINITY, BUT WE HELD HANDS IN MY HIGH SCHOOL’S BLEACHERS, AND CONTINUED HOLDING HANDS UNTIL HE CHEATED ON ME WITH SOMEONE CLOSER TO HIS AGE. PROBABLY SHE WAS A SLUT WHO HELPED HIM EJACULATE. WHICH, IN RETROSPECT, I WISHED I WAS.
THE FIRST TIME I DID MDMA AFTER HAVING A BABY, I WAS BROUGHT BACK TO THIS NIGHT. OR MAYBE IT WAS DAY. THE LABOR TIME. THE NO-TIME. THE ALL-TIME. THE OUTSIDE-TIME. THE TWELVE PLUS HOURS, THE NOT-KNOWING, THE FEELING TOO INTENSELY.IT WAS A SAD AFTERNOON
BUT EVERYBODY TOOK
A PICTURE.
WHAT PARTS OF YOU DID I GLIMPSE AMONG THESE BOYS? LIKE LOOKING AT THE PROGENY OF A LONG AGO LOVER BUMPED INTO ON THE STREET // SOMETHING SUTBLE IN THE FACE SEARCHING FOR THE PART I CHERISH EXCEPT, MY ABSURD LIFE, THE LITTLE JOKE OF MY EXISTENCE--I AM DOING IT BACKWARDS.
YOUR TINY HANDS WERE SO DELICATE THAT I FELT THE URGE TO SMASH ALL OF THEIR BONES WHENEVER I HELD THEM. I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE OPPORTUNITY WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE. THEY ARE MY FAVORITE THING, YOUR HANDS. IF I TOOK THEM WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE THEN I COULD HAVE HAD THEM FOREVER.
...AND THAT HE WANTS HIS PARTIES TO BE LIKE THAT AND NOT LIKE THIS AND ABOUT HOW THE MOVIE WAS DIRECTED BY THIS GUY WHO ALSO MADE A MOVIE ABOUT CARLOS THE JACKAL WHO WAS “LIKE, THE SEXIEST TERRORIST OF ALL TIME” WHICH ANNIE THINKS IS A HARD CATEGORY TO QUALIFY AND THEN SHE THINKS ABOUT THE SON OF THE BIN LADEN FAMILY SELLING HIS MANSION IN LA THAT LOOKED LIKE THE BEVERLY HILTON HOTEL WHERE THEY HOST THE GOLDEN GLOBES AND THEN SHE DANCES A LITTLE BUT IN A KIND OF FUNNY WAY THAT’S JAGGED AND STILTED AND SHE BECOMES SELF CONSCIOUS THAT SHE’S DANCING LIKE HER FATHER. AND NOW SHE’S THINKING ABOUT HER FATHER.
IT USED TO BE A PET PEEVE WHEN SHE CALLED HERSELF A DOG MOM BUT NOW THAT I’M A HUMAN DAD I’M LIKE SURE EVERYTHING’S MY BABY
WHEN YOU SMACK YOUR LIPS IT BRINGS ME BACK TO WHEN I LIVED IN NEW YORK CITY NOT FAR FROM THE HOLLYWOOD SIGN
NO ONE IN HEAVEN HAS SURVIVED. IF THEY DESERVED TO, THEY’D STILL BE DOWN HERE. AS AM I. OR AT LEAST I’VE WORN ON LONG ENOUGH IT’S NOT UNQUESTIONABLE TO IMAGINE I MIGHT CONTINUE GROWING OLD FOR LONG ENOUGH THAT I MIGHT FINALLY COME BACK AT THE BEGINNING. AND I’D STILL DO IT ALL OVER JUST THE SAME.
FOR YOU LOVE WAS MILK.
SEEN THE ANGELS. WHEN OTHER FORCES MOVE FROM BLACK AND WHITE TO TECHNICOLOR AWAY BLOWS OUR PAPER MONEY. YOU WRAP ME IN YOUR WINGS OF DESIRE TRENCH COAT.
YES OFFICER, I’D LIKE TO REPORT A BITCH SLAPPING. HE HAD LUNGED FROM THE SEAT OF HIS CLUNKY FORD F350 AND SPUTTERED INSULTS LACED WITH SPITTLE AND VENOM AND DISDAIN FOR YOUNGER GENERATIONS AND SELF-HATRED AND HELPESSNESS AND ALL THE BOILING PARTS OF LIFE SPEWING INTO THE HOT AIR LIKE VOMIT AND THEN HE HAD REACHED OUT AND SLAPPED ME. SLAPPED ME LIKE THE BITCH THAT I WAS.
THIS ISN’T ABOUT METAPHORS; THIS IS ABOUT OBJECTS.
I TURN AND MY ASSHOLE TURNS WITH ME. AWAY IS MORE CONCEPTUAL THAN BEING HERE WITH YOU
WHY IS ALL THIS DUST EVERYWHERE? WHY IS THE ROOM FILLED WITH DUST? WHY HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS TURNED TO DUST? THEY USED TO BE RHODODENDRONS AND WHERE IS MY MOTHER? THERE IS A VASE AND IT IS FULL OF GARBAGE AND THE TOILET RUNS FULL. IT HAS OVERFLOWED AND THERE IS WATER IN MY MOUTH. THE LIGHTS TURN OFF AND I AM SURROUNDED BY SNAILS. HOW COME NO ONE ELSE IS HERE AND WHY AM I STILL COUGHING? WHY AM I BREATHING IN THIS WATER? WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE DUST?
SOME OF MY DISQUIET IS AT HOW LITTLE PERTURBATION A DEATH CAN CAUSE. A HUMAN BEING GONE, A UNIVERSE OBLITERATED, AND JUST ONE ELECTRONIC DEGREE OF SEPERATION AWAY ALL IT OCCATIONS IS “SAD AND WEIRD.”
THIS MORNING HE DROVE TO ONE OF THE STRIP MALLS AND BOUGHT A RADIO WITH A PLUG FOR AN OUTLET. IT CAN ALSO TAKE BATTERIES IF AN OUTLET ISN’T ACCESSIBLE. HE THINKS HE SHOULD’VE GOTTEN BATTERIES AND HE MIGHT BRING IT OUTSIDE TO THE FAR END OF THE YARD AND LISTEN TO MUSIC AND BURN SOMETHING.
THE COP RUBBED THE MAN AGAINST THE TOMATO GUTS. THE COP PUT THE MAN IN THE BACK OF HIS CRUISER. THE COP CLOSED THE DOOR OF HIS CRUISER. THE COP DROVE AWAY WHILE FIRING HIS GUN OUT THE WINDOW. AN HOUR LATER A TOW TRUCK CAME FOR THE CAR AND I WENT HOME. I ATE TOMATOES. EVERY TIME I BIT INTO A TOMATO, IT KILLED EVERY COP IN AMERICA. I KILLED EVERY COP IN AMERICA SOMETHING LIKE TWENTY OR TWENTY-FIVE TIMES.
LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES. IT WILL KILL YOUR DOG.
AS THE SEDATIVE WAS ADMINISTERED MY SISTER STARTED TO CRY. THEN MY MOM STARTED TO CRY. I COULDN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF THE DOG MURDERER’S TITS. ONLY THE MORE AROUSING THAT THEY WERE OBSCURED BY SO MUCH POLYESTER. I WONDERED WHAT SHE DID ON WEEKENDS. WHEN SHE WASN’T EUTHANIZING FAMILY PETS. SHE PROBABLY LAUGHED AND DRANK AND DANCED--READ IN A NOOK BY THE WINDOW OR SOMETHING. CASHEW WATCHED HER WITH HIS DROWSY, ALL-KNOWING STARE. HIS ANGEL OF DEATH. PERHAPS THE COMPANY HAD ORCHISTRATED IT THIS WAY. THEY WANTED THE LAST THINGS THE ANIMALS SAW TO BE BEAUTIFUL.
THINK ABOUT YOUR ODDS OF GETTING MURDERED IN THE FIRST PLACE. OK. NOW DIVIDE THAT BY 100. PRETTY GOOD, HUH?
MY POETRY IS CARDIOVASCULAR AND VERY GOOD FOR YOU. HEALTHY IN THAT WAY THAT FAILURE IS HEALTHY. CARDIOVASCULAR IN THAT ITS SCOPE IS TO AERATE. THE NEGATION THAT COMES WITH IMMANENCE. THE BEES THAT CIRCLE A ROTTEN QUEEN, THE HEAT OF THEIR WINGS COOKING HER ALIVE.
ALEXANDER RETIRED SUPINE ON HIS FEATHERY ROOST, AND I HELD UP ONE OF THE PAPER LANTERNS TO HIS TABLET, ENUMERATING THE MANY IDIOSYNCRASIES AND UNPARALLELED INNOVATIONS OF THE FRESHLY PATENTED WEAPONS TECH. WHEN I LOOKED UP, MY WHOADIE HAD ENTERED THOSE SEIZING THROES DISTINCTIVE TO THE LAND OF NOD. CAREFUL NOT TO MAKE PHYSICAL CONTACT, I COVERED HIS FACE WITH THE GLOSSY BEAM OF THE GESTALT.
IN MY DEFENSE HE WOULD SERENADE ME AT MY WINDOW. THAT WAS THE TIME I FORGAVE HIM FOR STEALING MY LAPTOP.
THE WINDOWS OF HIS TRUCK HAD ALL FOGGED UP ON THE INSIDE. THEY COULDN’T SEE THE HOUSE. THEY COULDN’T SEE THE CAT ON THE LOG SPLITTER. THEY COULDN’T SEE ANYTHING BUT THE EFFECT OF THEIR BREATH ON THE THIN GLASS THAT KEPT THEM SAFE AND WARM. WITH HER FINGER SHE TRACED A HEART ON THE PASSENGER-SIDE WINDOW. THEN STUCK AN ARROW THROUGH IT.
A MAN WHOSE MIND IS NOT UNLIKE AN
ATTENTION-HUNGRY CHILD SPEEDS HIS LOW-HANGING
YELLOW SPORTS CAR
DOWN THE HARBOR FREEWAY
I’M SEVENTEEN YEARS-OLD NOW AND MY DRUG DEALER, LEONARD, LIVES WAY OUT BY JOHN WAYNE AIRPORT. I HAVE A CRUSH ON LEONARD’S GIRLFRIEND, EMBER, WHO HAS FIBROMYALGIA AND GETS GOVERNMENT DISABILITY CHECKS. EMBER HAS A VOLUPTUOUS CYNICISM THAT ACTS AS AN APHRODISIAC ON ME AND A WHOLE GENERATION OF ORANGE COUNTY PUNKS. EMBER ALSO HAS CUSTODY OF HER SISTER’S TRAUMATIZED DAUGHTER, WHICH SEEMS AT THE TIME, UNFAIRLY ADULT. I CAN EMPATHIZE. ALREADY, I’VE BEEN CONSCRIPTED INTO THE ROLE OF PARENT FOR MY MOTHER, WHO IS COINCIDENTALLY, ALSO ON DISABILITY FOR FIBROMYALGIA. IN MY MOVIE, THERE WILL BE NO PROTESTS. THERE WILL BE NO SOCIOPOLITICAL INFOGRAPHICS. SORRY CLIMATE PEOPLE. A PLANET B DOES EXIST. MY MOVIE IS SET THERE.WE WALKED BEHIND A DESERTED HOUSE AND WENT INTO A FIELD. THERE WAS AN ENORMOUS MOUNTAIN THAT CAME SUDDENLY INTO VIEW AND THE WHOLE SCENE HAD AN IMPOSSIBLY PERFECT QUALITY, LIKE A BAD PAINTING SOMEONE DOES IN THIRTY MINUTES. WORDS WERE MY THING. I HAD A WAY WITH THEM. I WAITED FOR THE RIGHT MOMENT TO RECITE A POEM OUT LOUD. I IMAGINED THEIR FACES SOFTENING IN AWE, THE BACKGROUND MUSIC AND CHATTER STOPPING, AND TIME ITSELF COLLAPSING INTO THE PRESENT MOMENT. ALL EYES ON ME, FOR ONCE. ONE OF THEM WOULD SLOW CLAP AND THE REST WOULD JOIN IN. THEY WOULD BEG FOR MORE, BUT I’D FEIGN MODESTY AND SAY, “THAT’S ENOUGH FOR ONE NIGHT! MAYBE TOMORROW.” I HAVE AIDS LIKE I HAVE CANCER & MS & SCURVY & ALL THE OTHER THINGS
I IMAGINE I HAVE
WHEN SOMEBODY TWEETS ABOUT THEM
OR STABLER SAYS SOMETHING FLEETING ON SVU
& IT TAKES ME LIKE RELIGION, THRUSH,
OR I JUST HAVE A DREAM
& WAKE UP
ABUZZ WITH A NEW, HOLLOW REALNESS,
GOD-FUELED PURPOSE
TO SURVIVE, SURVIVE WHAT
RELIGIOUS STUDIES WAS HIS FAVORITE CLASS. HE TOOK SUCH PLEASURE FROM THE DRONE OF DELMONICO’S VOICE, FROM THE RAP OF THE RADIATORS BENEATH THE WINDOWS, THEIR WET BREATH WHITENING THE GLASS, FROM THE DRIBBLE OF SUN ON HIS TEXTBOOK AND FINGERS, FROM THE SAINTS’ PALE FACES PRINTED ON CHEAP, OILY PAPER, FROM THE MUSTACHES AND GENITALS DRAWN ON THESE FACES SO FORCEFULLY BY THE BOOK’S PRIOR OWNERS THAT HE FELT THEM THROUGH THE PAGE, LIKE BRAILLE, THAT GRADUALLY, SOME CLASSES, HE FELL ASLEEP. WHEN CALLED ON, MALCOLM WAS SO KNOWLEDGEABLE THAT HE KNEW EXACTLY HOW TO ANSWER WRONG.
NINE MONTHS AGO, I CAME TO THIS BLOOMINGDALES IN SEARCH OF A STEALING EXPERIENCE, PARTICULARLY ONE THAT WAS CONSEQUENCE-FREE. I DID NOT FIND WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR THAT DAY. BUT I’VE CHANGED. I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER THE KID WHO WAS BANNED FROM WESTFIELD SHOPPING CENTER AND ALL BLOOMINGDALES-EZ IN PERPETUITY. AND I’M HOPING THEY DON’T EITHER.
GIRLFRIEND IS SO GOOD AND THAT IS WHY HE LOVES HER. HE IS A GREAT MAN AND HIS LOVE IS CANONIZING. HIS LOVE IS A RELIQUARY SHRINE. HIS LOVE IS THE PINK PLASTIC EGG IN WHICH GIRLFRIEND BLINKS AND DOESN’T FEEL. WHEN GIRLFRIEND IS PARTICULARLY GOOD, HE PATS HER ON THE HEAD AND SHE SMILES A BEATIFIC BABY-TOOTHED LOW-RES SMILE. WHEN GIRLFRIEND CRIES, IT IS FOR A DAMN GOOD REASON. WHEN GIRLFRIEND CRIES, SHE SHITPOSTS AND SHITPOSTS AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL AND GOOD AND TRUE. WHAT ABOUT ME? WELL I HAD A PERM IN 1984. I’D SIP ESPRESSO AT THE TABLE WITH AN AK47 IN MY LAP. “I LOVE ITALY” WRITTEN ON MY T-SHIRT, RIGHT ACROSS MY TITS. CHRISTIAN VIOLENCE, I’LL ACCEPT IT. THE GHANAIAN STUDENT HANDS IN A PAPER IN FLAMES. MY STUDENTS HATE MOBY BUT LOVE PHILIP K. I AM AWARE OF THE EFFECT MY STATURE HAS ON SOME STUDENTS. A RENT IN MY STOCKING INCREASES MY OVERHEAD. A GIBBON REPLACES THE AUSTRALIAN STUDENT. EM: BEFORE LANGUAGE, WE HAD A SUPERIOR FORM OF COMMUNICATION. AND SO I FEEL LIKE ALL THESE THINGS THAT SEEM LIKE COINCIDENCES OR WOO WOO, ARE JUST THAT EARLIER THING. WHICH IS NOT ACTUALLY LANGUAGE. IT’S PICTURES.
STC: IT’S PICTURES. THAT’S ANOTHER IDEA I FIND AN AFFINITY WITH IN YOUR WORK. THOSE MOMENTS OF NONVERBAL MOMENTS. THAT’S SORT OF HOW COOL FOR YOU ENDS, WHEN YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT THE DEATH OF YOUR FATHER. AND YOU HAVE THIS ONE RANT ABOUT HOW… WE’RE JUST MAKING SOUNDS.
T IS HAVING A PSYCHOTIC BREAK
Sanna Bendetto
6.27.22
MY EX BOYFRIEND T SHOWED UP AT MY PARENTS’ HOUSE, DISSOCIATED AND CONFUSED, WEARING HELMUT LANG SHOES AND ASKING WHERE I WAS AND WHEN I WAS COMING BACK.
THE NOVELIST
Excerpt by Jordan Castro
Interview by Keegan Swenson
6.21.22
I’M AN ALCOHOLIC, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE. I’M A FILTHY SEX ADDICT, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE. I’M A FUCKING PRICK, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE. I’M A DESPERATE IDIOT, BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE. I ALSO NEVER KNEW MY FATHER AND ALMOST SCIENTIFICALLY SPEAKING, THAT CAN COMPLETELY BANKRUPT A MAN.
AN ANSWER
Jimmy Cajoleas
5.16.22
I’M GOING TO TALK TO THE GUY WHO MUGGED ME. MAYBE WE’LL GET TO BE FRIENDS, HANG OUT. MAYBE HE’S GOT A COOL SISTER I CAN DATE. ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE.
HANDS AND KNEES
Sophie Kemp
5.09.22
I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. I WANT TO SAY THE CLOUDS LOOK LIKE A MISTAKE, BUT INSTEAD I VOW—TO KEEP IN TOUCH, TO REACH OUT MORE, TO BE BETTER, TO BE MORE KIND, TO WORK ON MYSELF, TO INHERIT THE EARTH.
HI JEFF,
THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW. I’M ACTUALLY IN LA INDEFINITELY NOW. I’M MAKING CONNECTIONS IN CREATIVE INDUSTRIES, AND WHO KNOWS HOW LONG IT WILL TAKE UNTIL THESE CONNECTIONS HAVE BEEN FORGED.
LONELY CROWDS
Stephanie Njeri Wambugu
4.25.22
IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, THE PRIEST WOULD OFFER US HOMILIES ON THE PRECIOUSNESS OF CHASTITY, WHILE WE WALKED THE HALLS WHISPERING OUR KNOWLEDGE OF THE CHAMBER MUSIC AND FRENCH TEACHERS, MALE AND FEMALE RESPECTIVELY, HUSBAND AND WIFE, WHO GROPED, FONDLED AND PHOTOGRAPHED GIRLS NO OLDER THAN TWELVE. MR. AND MRS. FOURNIER HAD SUCH A PERPETUAL SMILE ON THEIR FACES THAT IT WAS CLEAR, EVEN THEN, THAT THEIR HAPPINESS COULD ONLY COME FROM THE DEVIL HIMSELF, FOR THERE WAS NO SUCH HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD, LET ALONE IN FRENCH AND CHAMBER MUSIC.
THE OPENER? DRAIN GANG. IN BETWEEN: GIRLPOOL. AFTERPARTY: KESHA. WOW. I WAS TOLD NIC CAGE WOULD BE THERE TOO AND I REALLY NEED TO MEET HIM FOR THIS PROJECT I’M TRYING TO MAKE… AND YET I HAD TO REMAIN TRUE TO MADELINE AND ALL OF YOU, YES THE FOREVER MAG CURSED CROWD. AND SO I DISPATCHED ANOTHER CLONE. AND HE’S AT THE TABLE NOW, SO LET’S CHECK IN WITH HIM. I GOT DRESSED AND WALKED TO THE FRONT DESK AND GAVE THE WOMAN IN THE WHITE GOLF SHIRT AND BLACK JEANS MY CREDIT CARD AGAIN FOR THE TIP. EXOITC FISH SWAM BESIDE HER IN A SMALL BLUE TANK. TWO SMALL TURTLES HUGGED IN A WHITE DISH BESIDE THE TANK. THE GIRL IN THE BLUE DRESS CAME OUT AND GIGGLED SOMETHING TO THE WOMAN IN THE WHITE GOLF SHIRT AND BLACK JEANS.
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WE CAN HATE LITERATURE
Keegan Swenson Interviews Sheila Heti
4.13.22
HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON
WE CAN HATE LITERATURE
Keegan Swenson Interviews Sheila Heti
4.13.22
SHEILA: I THINK THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT. YOU WANT TO STIR THINGS UP—TO BE SOMETHING ALIEN THAT COMES IN, THAT MESSES WITH THE ORDER. I LIKE THE IDEA OF SMASHING THE IDOLS; THAT THE ICONOCLAST IS THE ONE WHO SMASHES THE IDOLS, WHICH ALLOWS THE GODS TO ROAM FREELY. THE IDEA OF WHAT THE NOVEL “SHOULD” BE IS AN IDOL. ONCE THAT’S SMASHED, THE ROAMING OF THE GODS IS THE CONVERSATION.
HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON HORIZON
Rafaela Remy Sanchez
4.10.22
SOMETIMES YOU LET GUESTS IN, SOMETIMES THE SNOW BOILS WATER ENOUGH TO COMMUNE AROUND A TABLE, SOMETIME’S THERE’S BREAD4.10.22
IN THE COURT OF THE SUPERSTAR PRINCESS
Max Tulio
NYC Scene Report Starring
Meg Superstar Princess
4.8.22
LOOK, YES I LIVE IN MCKIBBIN. YES, I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING. MAYBE I LIED ABOUT NOT BEING THE RIGHT PERSON TO WRITE THIS. IT’S MY ROOMMATE'S BIRTHDAY AND I TELL MEG TO COME AROUND 11, AND THAT I’M RUNNING LATE. I’VE BEEN ON A DATE WITH A BARTENDER FROM THIS FORMERLY CANCELED AND THEN RE-BRANDED DIVE BAR UP THE STREET. SHE COMES WITH ME TO THE PARTY. “IS MEG REALLY GOING TO BE THERE?” “YES,” I SAY. “BUT PLEASE DON’T BE WEIRD."I CLOSED MY EYES JUST FOR A MOMENT AND BECAUSE THE DOPE WAS GOOD I COULD SEE MY CHILDHOOD: A BLUE ADOPT-A-HIGHWAY SIGN/THE DOG’S LEGS KICKING WHILE HE SLEPT/THE RUNNING BOARD ON THE LAND ROVER THAT I CRACKED ON MY WAY TO JAKE’S CABIN/ TOGA/ BUFFY MORGAN AT TOGA/ BUFFY MORGAN’S HAIR AND ASS AT TOGA/ THE DOG AGAIN, LICKING HIS JOINTS AND SEEMING HAPPY/ THE SOUND OF DAD SLAPPING HIS TOOLBOX IN EXCITEMENT/ THAT ARCH OBOLER POSTER IN HIS GARAGE/ THE SUN SETTING ON MY FACE IN THE OPEN GARAGE/ THE SUN SETTING/ THE GARAGE DOOR / THE DOOR CLOSING/ TO THE NIGHT/ THE NIGHT/ THE- Max Tulio
NYC Scene Report Starring
Meg Superstar Princess
4.8.22
RELIGION MINUS THE PEOPLE
THE ONLY MAMMAL THAT GOOGLES ITSELF
THE MOLECULES THAT DECIDE THEY ARE YOU
WHO YOU THINK YOU LOVE &
WHAT YOU THINK LOVE IS
THEN BOARDED THE TRAIN ON TO BOSTON,
SLEPT BESIDE MY CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND
BENEATH A BLANKET
PHOTO-PRINTED WITH HER FACE—
A JOKE-GIFT FROM HER OLD LOVE.
DREAMED THAT IN MY DREAMS I SAW THE FUTURE.
“LET’S TALK ABOUT ASSETS,” HE CONTINUES. “I ONCE DATED A MOVIE STAR WHO OWNED THREE BENGAL TIGERS. WHEN SHE ULTIMATELY OVERDOSED AND DIED, I FOUND OUT SHE HAD BEQUEATHED SAID TIGERS TO ME.”
PEASANT POEMS
Ben Fama
3.14.22
Ben Fama
3.14.22
PRAYER IS WHATEVER YOU SAY ON YOUR KNEES.
LESSON #6
Nick Plett
3.11.22
Nick Plett
3.11.22
A BRANCH SNAPPED SOMEWHERE. THEN IT WAS SILENT AGAIN. HE HELD THE QUIET LIKE A CUDGEL IN HIS HAND. STRAINED HIS EYES TO PEER INTO THE BLACK CORNERS BEHIND THE MOSS-DRAPED STONES. HE WONDERED IF HIS STUDENTS HAD FOLLOWED HIM FROM THE CAR. BUT THERE WAS NO ONE; JUST THE CEMETERY EMPTY, THE NIGHT SILENT. JUST AN OLD MAN AND HIS LOST MARBLES AND THE WAYWARD FOUL-MOUTHED GHOST OF HIS DEARLY BELOVED BECKONING FROM THE GRAVE.ONE DAY YOU’LL HAVE WORDS OF YOUR OWN SEED-STEEPED, MILKED BY THE CURDLING WAX OF A CANDLE USED TO SUMMON YOU TO THE DIRT-FLOOR WHERE I BIRTH YOU AGAIN.
AFTERTHOUGHT
Jenna Putnam
3.8.22
MOST OF ALL, SHE WAS THANKFUL SHE WOULD NEVER HAVE TO LIVE THE LIFE OF A PEASANT, DESTINED TO BECOME ANOTHER STAIN ON THE SIDEWALK.
THREE THOUSAND POEMS
Ricky Bing
3.6.22
I MADE YOUR GAME A BIBLICAL BURDEN: YOUR TOTAL SUM OF CRIMES AGAINST HEAVEN-ON-EARTH CONVERTED TO A TEST. WE WILL ARBITRATE IT HERE––IN THIS MAKESHIFT OPERATING THEATER, CENTERSTAGE AT THE OPERA––WHERE EVERYONE’S A VICTIM & YOU PLAY EVERY PART. AT THIS POINT IT BECAME CLEAR THAT I WAS NOT WELCOME AT THE TABLE. THOUGH NO ONE SAID THOSE EXACT WORDS, VOICES WERE RAISED AND THEY WERE RAISED AGAINST ME. “THIS WAS ALL SUPPOSED TO STOP WHEN YOU STARTED THE GODDAMN NEWSLETTER,” SAID JUDITH; “YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING NARCISSIST,” SAID MY SON; WHILE THE OFFENDED PARTY, WHO SAT THERE MOSTLY INDIFFERENT TO THE SUPPOSED INSULT, SILENTLY DRANK HER CHAMPAGNE.AT THIS CAMP, THINGS LIKE ADVERSE WEATHER, WILD ANIMAL ENCOUNTERS, ILLNESS AND INJURY WERE ALL CONSIDERED INSTRUMENTAL TO THE TEENS’ DEVELOPING LIFE SKILLS. A STORM, FOR INSTANCE, COULD BE TAKEN AS A METAPHOR FOR A DIFFICULT PERIOD IN ONE’S LIFE. YOU JUST HAD TO PITCH YOUR TENT AND WAIT IT OUT.
1 CORINTHIANS 13 IS THE BIBLE VERSE ABOUT LOVE HETEROSEXUAL CHRISTIAN COUPLES LIKE TO RECITE AT WEDDINGS. THE WHY OF THIS CHRISTIAN MATRIMONIAL CURATORIAL DECISIONMAKING MAKES CLEAR SENSE TO ME.
NEEDED MY ID TO
SHOUT ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS
SPONSORED BY WELLS FARGOHE WANTS TO WATCH PIGS WITH CELEBRITY SOBRIQUETS ROUND A TRACK TO CLASSIC ROCK. SHE WANTS TO PET SHEEP IN AG BUILDINGS. THEY BUY A SAUSAGE AND SPLIT IT AND DECIDE THEY’LL GO FOR TAPAS AFTER THE FAIR. “UPSTATE SPARKLE,” HE SAYS, “WE’LL WASH IT DOWN.”I LEFT EVERYTHING
THE WAY IT WAS
PROVE ME WRONG
APRIL
Micah Cash
2.11.22
MY NEW DRUG IS SPECULATIVE FICTION. SENTENCES POIGNANTLY NAGGING, AS IF THEIR AUTHORS HAD PEELED BACK MY SCALP AND SCRIBBLED NOTES ON THE UNDERSIDE. SINCE THE WORLD IS ENDING // WHY NOT LET THE CHILDREN TOUCH THE PAINTINGS?
TWO POEMS
Emma Seely-Katz
2.9.22
I’M SURE I REMEMBER
RECONCILING
MY TAKING TURNED INWARD
BUT THEN CAME A SALVE
LIKE ME
DEEMED UNHOLY
FOUR POEMS
Travis Diehl
2.5.22
GREENSBORO TAUGHT ME TO DRINK
L.A. TAUGHT ME TO DRIVE DRUNK
TO YOUR MOTHER’S DURING A PANDEMIC
SUN HITS THE FREEWAY LIKE SNOW
LIKE BLACK ICE WAITING
L.A. TAUGHT ME TO DRIVE DRUNK
TO YOUR MOTHER’S DURING A PANDEMIC
SUN HITS THE FREEWAY LIKE SNOW
LIKE BLACK ICE WAITING
DIMES SQUARE
Matthew Gasda
2.4.22
ROSIE
IT'S A BUNCH OF SOCIAL CLIMBERS RAILING COKE AT 4AM SHITTING ON THEIR SO-CALLED FRIENDS.
ASHLEY
THAT’S BLEAK.
ROSIE
THIS WHOLE GROUP OF PEOPLE IS NOT GOING TO BE HANGING OUT IN A YEAR, LET ALONG SIX MONTHS. IT'S ROTTING.
JOKES & TRICKS
Tess Pollok
2.1.22
"HEY IF YOU DON'T MIND. I'M JUST TRYING TO HAVE A QUITE DRINK HERE. MY FATHER'S DYING UPSTAIRS IN THE PRESIDENTIAL, AND I JUST NEED A MOMENT TO ENJOY MY MARTIN-I."
GOD IS A DISEMBODIED MOUTH
Alisha Wexler
1.29.22
THEY WERE SINEWY LIKE IGGY POP, LIKE THE SUBJECTS OF SCHIELE SKETCHES. THEY WORE PEARLS, BIG PEARLS, BIG UNPOLISHED PEARLS, BOTH MEN AND WOMEN WEARING PEARLS.
PRODUCTION ASSISTANTS
Ryan Mangione
1.27.22
MONEY SHOT
Nicholas Gamso
1.18.22
A COIN TOSS HAS NEVER INCENTIVIZEDNicholas Gamso
1.18.22
BOTH EPSTEIN AND MAXWELL HAD LONG RELIED ON FABRICATED IMAGERY. SHE WAS THE SOCIALITE FROM NOWHERE, BRANDISHING HER FATHER’S ASSUMED NAME (HE’D TAKEN MAXWELL IN HIS OWN ASCENT TO TABLOID PERSONAGE) AND A NONEXISTENT FORTUNE. SHE ARRIVED IN NEW YORK BANKRUPT, DADDY’S DEBTS ERODING HER INHERITANCE—EVEN HIS YACHT THE “LADY GHISLAINE” HAD TO BE SOLD.
THE RETENTION OF MY SERVICES
I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW THE OCEAN COULD USE STREETLIGHTS, RISING UP AND OUT IN COLOSSAL LINES ALL THE WAY TO THE HORIZON, LIGHTING UP THE WATER LIKE A FOOTBALL FIELD. I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW THIS COULD BE DETRIMENTAL TO THE LOCAL WILDLIFE, BUT THAT MAYBE IT WOULD BE WORTH IT SO WE COULD ALL SEE OUT THERE INTO THE WATER AFTER THE SUN QUIT US FOR THE DAY, WHICH IT DID EARLY THAT DAY, FOR DAYLIGHT SAVINGS HAD JUST ENDED. WE COULD ALL USE AN IMAGE OF SUCH SCALE AT THAT TIME OF NIGHT. MAYBE THE WILDLIFE WOULD BE FINE. MAYBE WE COULD REPLICATE WHAT WE LOST IN LABORATORY SETTINGS. WE COULD ALL BE SAVED, MAYBE—A PASSING THOUGHT, WE WOULD NOT BE.
I SEE ALL THESE THINGS, AND EVENTUALLY THEY’RE TAKING MY VITALS, AND EVENTUALLY STILL I’M SHUFFLING THROUGH THE BREAKFAST LINE. I’M BEHIND MS. ROSA, WHO’S HUNCHED OVER HER WALKER, VIBRATING IN THAT WAY YOU DO WHEN YOU’RE JUST BONES AND MEMORIES AND A NERVOUS SYSTEM.
I’M ALREADY ANTICIPATING ALL THE TIMES
YOU WILL CHEAT ON ME
WITH YOUR EX,
W A WOMAN FROM HIGH SCHOOL,
W A WOMAN FROM A DATING APP YOU HAVEN’T YET
BEEN BANNED FROMMY MOTHER GREW UP IN A SHIPPING CONTAINER AND DIPPING HER FEET IN A PUDDLE OF MUD AND RAINWATER WAS A FAVORITE PAST-TIME OF HERS. SHE GAVE BIRTH TO MY SISTER THREE YEARS BEFORE ME ON JULY 5 1987. SHE WOULD TELL YOU NOW THAT IT WAS A MISTAKE, A BABY BRAT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE WOMB.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD? DO YOU AVOID ANY MEAT PRODUCTS? WOULD YOU ACCEPT A BLOOD TRANSFUSION? I WASH MY HANDS AGAIN. I LOOK HER DEAD IN THE EYE. DO YOU THINK YOU’RE SMARTER THAN ME?
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? ARE YOU READY TO DIE?
THE NEXT YEAR A STUDENT DIED FROM AUTO-EROTIC ASPHYXIATION. I DIDN'T KNOW HIM, BUT I PASSED HIM IN THE HALLWAYS. AFTER THE CHAPEL ANNOUNCING HIS DEATH, HIS FRIENDS GATHERED IN A CORNER OF THE BLEACHERS AND CRIED IN THE ARMS OF TEACHERS. A PIECE OF PAPER WAS POSTED ON THE BULLETIN BOARD. IT REMINDED STUDENTS TO REACH OUT IF THEY NEEDED HELP. SUICIDAL THOUGHTS WERE NORMAL, BUT NOT PART OF GOD'S PLAN. FOR THE NEXT MONTH, I WITNESSED A RESTRAINED GRIEF ON EVERYONE'S FACE. I PROBABLY HAD IT TOO. HE WAS WITH GOD NOW, THEY SAID. HE WAS IN A BETTER PLACE, THEY SAID. I PICTURED HIM IN HEAVEN JACKING OFF FOR ALL ETERNITY.
WE EXCHANGED A FEW CURT MESSAGES, SUP HOTTIE? - TY NOT MUCH WBU - SAME. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR? - LET’S HANG OUT. THEN PRESENTED SEDUCTIVE PICTURES FROM OUR PORTFOLIOS. HIS COMPELLED ME. MADE ME FEEL LAWLESS ANOMIE. I WANTED TO PASS THROUGH THE PHONE AND MAUL HIM. - HOTTTTTT - THEY WERE ALL CHARMINGLY INEPT, MOTION BLURRED, LIT WITH BARING FLASHES, BUT EVEN UNDER UNFORGIVING CONDITIONS, I WANTED WHAT I SAW, EVERY PIXEL.
YOUR THERAPIST IS NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU. HE'S JERKED OFF TO YOU, BUT HE'S NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU. HOWEVER IT'S OK AND NATURAL TO FEEL HOW YOU FEEL. AND ETHICALLY THERE'S NO WAY FOR YOU TO FUCK UP HERE, UNLESS YOU BLACKMAIL THE GUY OR MAKE HIM EAT YOUR PUSSY AT GUNPOINT.
TRAD REPORT
Savannah Galvin
12.31.21
Savannah Galvin
12.31.21
EATING LIKE YOUR ANCESTORS
BALANCING YOUR HORMONES MONTANA, COLORADO, WYOMING TRUMAN CAPOTE
DENIM
THE AMERICAN DREAM
BALANCING YOUR HORMONES MONTANA, COLORADO, WYOMING TRUMAN CAPOTE
DENIM
THE AMERICAN DREAM
NO NEED FOR PARADIGMATIC
GYMNASTICS. DRAMATIC. NOW,
THE AMAZON HAS BURNED OUT,
THERE IS FIVE OF EVERYTHING.
THE COMPACT ELEMENTS ADORNING
THE PLENUM, COMPLAINING
IN HETEROGENOUS FASHION OF INFECTION.
AND AT ELEVEN, PARKED BY THE POOL
WITH THE TINY FLOATING FROGS,
LIKE SHAKING LEAVES, YOUR HANDS,
I WAS COLD AND SURPRISED.
YOU KEPT TALKING ABOUT PETROLEUM, THAT YEAR,
ABOUT CHAVEZ
WHO DIED OF CIA CANCER,
STILL BEGGING THE HITMEN
TO LIVE TO SEE HIS REVOLUTION.
WITH THE TINY FLOATING FROGS,
LIKE SHAKING LEAVES, YOUR HANDS,
I WAS COLD AND SURPRISED.
YOU KEPT TALKING ABOUT PETROLEUM, THAT YEAR,
ABOUT CHAVEZ
WHO DIED OF CIA CANCER,
STILL BEGGING THE HITMEN
TO LIVE TO SEE HIS REVOLUTION.
YOU SEE
Shane Kowalski
12.23.21
Shane Kowalski
12.23.21
I WAS BROUGHT UP IN A CULT. THE RELIGION HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH BLOOD AND LAMBS. I WAS IN LOVE WITH SUE ELLEN. IN THE BACK OF THE PICKUP TRUCK WITH MY HAIR GOING WILD. DARK SUMMER DAYS WHEN WE’D HIDE IN THE WOODS.MOM ALWAYS HANGS A PADDLE BY THE STORM DOOR THAT SAYS:
“HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS.”
DADDY ALWAYS HANGS A CRUCIFIX IN THE BEDROOM.
WITHOUT FAIL, AS THEY SWUNG INTO THE DRIVE AFTER A TRIP ON WHICH SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN BEHAVING LIKE HER USUAL, SUNNY SELF, SHE WOULD DARKEN, BEGGING HIM TO TURN AROUND—TO RENT A ROOM AT THE CHATEAU, OR AT THE BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL. “HONEY,” HE WOULD TELL HER SOFTLY, SOUNDING WEARIER AND WEARIER, “THIS IS OUR HOUSE. WE HAVE TO STAY IN IT.”
THE SKY CLOSES UP AND THE HOT GIRL ANGEL LAUGHTER FADES OUT WITH IT. HEAVEN HAS A GOOD SOUND TECH. 'EVERYTHING' IS SO SMALL UP THERE NOW IT COULD BE NOTHING. A SPECK OF DUST BETWEEN HERE AND INFINITELY EXPANDING OUTER SPACE.
THE ROOM IS THE ROOM
THE KISS THE KISS
THE CUP THE CUP
THE EYE THE EYE
THE STING IS THIS STING
AND NO OTHER.
WEDNESDAYS IT’S CABARET AND SHE’LL DO A STRIPTEASE DOWN TO A G-STRING AND PASTIES. SHE HAS THIS WAY OF PROWLING AROUND THE STAGE ON ALL FOURS, WHICH CAN GET THE CROWD WORKED UP BUT GOOD. ONLY THE BEST PEOPLE ATTEND THESE PERFORMANCES AND THEY DO IT TO SUPPORT SOFIA. EVERYONE KNOWS SOFIA NEEDS HELP AND THIS IS WHY PEOPLE COME OUT.
YOU GOT A LOOK IN YOUR EYES, A GLIMMER THAT SAYS “I AM BETWEEN THE AGES OF 24-27 YEARS OLD, AND I HAVE THE WHOLE REST OF MY LIFE IN FRONT OF ME TO BE A PUBLICIST OR BE AN 100 POUND LITTLE THING IN THE BACK OF AN ARMORED TANK REPORTING ON THE WAR IN IRAQ.”
I LOVE MY COUSIN. AND FAMILY AND GOD AND AMERICA AND THE TROOPS AND FOX’S TRANSFORMER NFL GRAPHICS AND COLD WET BEER AND JET SKIS. MY FUCK I LOVE JET SKIS. I’VE NEVER RIDDEN ONE. I’M SCARED TO LOVE A THING. IT HURTS TO LOVE A THING, ALMOST REGARDLESS.
3 STORIES
Kidney Stone
12.2.21
Kidney Stone
12.2.21
I GET THE QUESTION RIGHT AND A REVIEW BOX POPS UP WITH A HELPFUL MNEMONIC TO KEEP TRACK OF THE FATIGUE OF THIS CANCER, AND THE WEIRD THING OF THIS CANCER. I DON’T NEED THE HELPFUL MNEMONIC, BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW, AND BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE A MNEMONIC, FOR THE TREATMENT OF MYOCARDIAL INFARCTION: OSAMA BIN (OXYGEN, STATINS, ASPIRIN, MORPHINE, ACE INHIBITORS, BETA BLOCKERS, IV HEPARIN, NITROGLYCERIN).
TAKE CARE OF ME FOREVER
Anika Jade Levy
12.1.21
AN EMPTY MICHELIN RESTAURANT ON THE TOP FLOOR OF A MALL IN MIDTOWN. THE WORST PART OF THE JOB IS WHEN THE MEN MAKE YOU EAT SEA URCHIN. THE SPIKY BLACK BALL IS LIKE A MESSAGE FROM OUTER SPACE. THE MAN SCOOPS A SPOONFUL OF THE OCRE COLORED MEAT AND WAITS FOR MY LIPS TO PART. I FANTASIZE ABOUT A BUNCH OF DIFFERENT TERRORIST SCENARIOS: AIRPLANES, INCELS, BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS. I OPEN MY MOUTH AND SWALLOW OBEDIENTLY. THE CHECK COMES TO $2600.
GIVE ME YOUR LOAD
Sam Fishman
11.30.21
POCKET FULL OF POSY
Carliann Madison
11.29.21
MY HUSBAND WAS A SKI RACER, THOUGH I’M NOT ALLOWED TO SEE HIM SKI. I HAVE EVERY REASON TO BELIEVE THAT HE MAKES 13 DOLLARS AN HOUR ON SKI WHEELS DELIVERING PACKAGES—I CANNOT SEE THIS EITHER. THESE RULES ARE MY OWN, FOR I FAIL TO LOVE SPEED THE SAME WAY AS HIM AND SO CONSIDER IT BETTER NOT TO BEAR WITNESS IN THAT CASE.
THE WITCH KING OF WILLIAMSBURG
Arthur Boyle
11.29.21
LOL
John Reed
11.18.21
JUST LISTEN TO ALL OF THIS CHILDLESS LAUGHTER
NOW WE ARE GONE, AND HERE WE CAN STAY
YOU AND I, WHO ARE YOU AND I NO MORE,
WHO TORE APART OUR DAUGHTERS FOR THE BEARS,
WHO OFFERED OUR SONS TO GOD, LOL
NOW WE ARE GONE, AND HERE WE CAN STAY
YOU AND I, WHO ARE YOU AND I NO MORE,
WHO TORE APART OUR DAUGHTERS FOR THE BEARS,
WHO OFFERED OUR SONS TO GOD, LOL
SATURDAY NIGHT’S MAIN EVENT
Brian Alan Ellis
11.16.21
NYC DEBUTANTE REPORT
Gracie Hadland
11.11.21
Gracie Hadland
11.11.21
IN NEW YORK, IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE IS GETTING ENGAGED BUT EVERYONE IS ALSO POLYAMOUROUS, INFORMALLY. GETTING ENGAGED AT 23 IS THE NEW JOINING THE PEACE CORPS OR DOING PORN. IT’S WHAT OUR GRANDPARENTS WERE DOING TWO GENERATIONS AGO. ARE WE REALLY ALWAYS JUST GOING IN CIRCLES?...WE WATCH OUR PEERS BEGIN TO MAKE FINANCIAL DECISIONS, MARRYING FOR MONEY OR A GREEN CARD. GONE ARE THE DAYS OF BISEXUALITY AND CHEAP COCAINE FROM TOWNIES AND 16MM FILMS ABOUT OUR ADOLESCENT CONSCIOUSNESS FORMING IN UPSTATE NEW YORK. TIME TO GET SERIOUS, GET A DOG, THINK ABOUT REPRODUCING, START WORKING FOR ONE’S PARENTS.
WHEN THE BRAIN IS DEPRIVED OF
STIMULI IT CREATES
OVER 4000 DOLLARS PER DAY JUST BY ANSWERING BASIC ONLINE SURVEYSTHE SCREEN ON MY TELEVISION WENT BLACK. I WAS HAVING FUN. BUT THE SCREEN ON THE TELEVISION WENT BLACK AND THEN A SMALL MESSAGE APPEARED WHERE THE “VIDEO 1” SIGN SHOULD HAVE BEEN. AND IT WAS SO SMALL I COULD HARDLY READ IT. I WAS ANGRY AGAIN AND I WALKED UP TO MY TELEVISION SET TO SEE THE ERROR MESSAGE. “WELCOME. DO YOU WANT TO PLAY?”
SNAKES ON A PLANE
On James Hannaham’s Pilot Imposter by
Quinn Roberts
11.3.21
ANTIBIOTICS WERE INJECTED INTO HIS CHEST ONE DAY TO OBLITERATE HIS PLEURAL SPACE SO THAT HIS LUNG WOULD ADHERE TO HIS CHEST WALL. HE COULDN’T BREATH THAT NIGHT. HIS TORSO AND NECK, THEN PARTS OF HIS LIMBS AND FACE, FELT BOTH NUMB AND SMOLDERING. HE DIDN’T SLEEP. AIR TRICKLED IN SOMEHOW.On James Hannaham’s Pilot Imposter by
Quinn Roberts
11.3.21
CLAUDIA RANKINE TELLS JOKES. VANESSA PLACE TELLS JOKES. LOORIE MOORE TELLS JOKES. RACHEL CUSK TELLS JOKES. BEN LERNER TELLS JOKES.
WALKING THROUGH EAST VILLAGE A WOMAN ON THE PHONE SAYS “I DIDN’T KNOW HOW BAD IT WAS” AND NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO KNOW HOW BAD IT WAS
THE ROYAL TENENBAUMS FROM MEMORY
Megan Boyle
10.27.21
THE CAMERA ZOOMS IN ON A MUSIC BOX SHAPED LIKE A VICTORIAN HOUSE. A TWINKLY MIDI-FILE OF “STEPHANIE SAYS” BY THE VELVET UNDERGROUND PLAYS, SEEMINGLY FROM THE HOUSE ITSELF. THE MUSIC BOX MORPHS INTO A REAL HOUSE ON A GREENWICH VILLAGE STREET, NEXT TO HOMES OF SIMILAR STATURE.
THE BLACK SHAWL
Blake Butler
10.27.21
A.) HOBBY
B.) CAREER
C.) HOLY WAR
D.) ALL OF THE ABOVE?AND THE FACT IS I AM THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BOY WHO HAS EVER GRACED THIS EARTH; I AM CHALAMET, I AM LEO, I AM PHOENIX BEFORE THE NEEDLE PRICK: I AM ALL OF THEM COMBINED, ROLLED INTO ONE,AND THEN SMOKED FOR THE MEDICINAL BENIFITS; AND ALL IS WELL ALL IS HEAVEN.SHE WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. CERTAINLY NOT BY THE MAILMAN, PANTING BEHIND POLYESTER, HOLDING HIS DELIVERY LOW, BEET RED AND BOTHERED. NOR WILL SHE BE FORGOTTEN BY HER TOILET, OR MIRRORS, OR LOVING PHONE. NOR HER TRUSTY SPATULA—COLD METAL, LONGING FOR A HOT FLIP EVERY NOW AND THEN. REST IN PEACE.NOW I HAVE TO BURN
EVERYTHING I’VE ACHIEVED,
AND YOU MISTAKE MY COLLAPSE
FOR JUST ANOTHER BEACHSIDE CONDO.SOME CHANNEL THAT ONLY PLAYS MUSIC VIDEOS IS ON THE TV. A GIRL SINGS A SONG ABOUT HOW MEN ARE EVIL AND SHE SITS ON A CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT. THE CHAIR CATCHES FIRE AND SO DOES SHE.
THE MAN SETS THE POLE DOWN AND WADES INTO THE WATER. WARM AS A BATH. HE CLOSES HIS EYES AND HOLDS HIS BREATH. HE FOLLOWS THE LINE TOWARD THE LAKE’S BOTTOM, WHERE THE DEAD FOX HAS SUNK AGAIN. HE HOLDS THE FOX’S SMALL HEAD IN HIS HANDS. RUNS HIS THUMBS SOFTLY AGAINST THE CORNERS OF ITS EYES AND THEN LEANS FORWARD, WHISPERING INTO ONE OF ITS EARS.
RETURN OF THE REAL
a monthly column by
Phoebe Kaufman
10.5.21
LIKE WHEN I WAS A KID, MY MOM WOULD DO THIS THING IN WHICH I WOULD GET COMPLETELY NAKED AND SHE WOULD GET COMPLETELY NAKED. AND SHE DIDN’T MOLEST ME OR ANYTHING. I’M SORRY FOR UNLOADING THIS ON YOU. I CAN SEE YOU GOING PHEW, SHE DIDN’T MOLEST ME, RIGHT? WHAT SHE DID WAS SHE WOULD TAKE THE BLANKETS OFF THE BED AND PUT THIS SHEET OVER HER, AND I’D CRAWL IN THE SHEET, AND SHE’D BE ON HER BACK WITH HER LEGS, LIKE, PROPPED OVER HER, AND I’D HAVE TO CRAWL UNDER HER KNEE, AND WE’D PRETEND I WAS BEING, LIKE, BORN?a monthly column by
Phoebe Kaufman
10.5.21
“TIME IS A FLAT CIRCLE,” SAYS TRUE DETECTIVE’S RUST COHLE. “EVERYTHING WE HAVE DONE OR WILL DO WE WILL DO OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN--FOREVER.”
RIDE WITH YOURSELF, THE THING YOU WERE HESITATING TO DO, DO IT, WINTER IS COMING ANF WE ARE SOON ALL GOING TO BE DEAD. I’M SERIOUS. SO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. LIKE REALLY, MAKE GOOD WITH YOUR MINIONS, FLOW OUT, MAKE ME PROUD.
THEY MEET
THEY BECOME CLOSE
THEY SPEND A NIGHT TOGETHER
ALEX AFTER GRADUATION TRIES TO MAKE IT MORE OR LASTING
THEY DON’T SPEAK AFTER THAT
CHRISTINE INVITES ALEX TO HER WEDDING (?)
ALEX GOES, BRINGING JACK
SHE GETS HER TIME ALONE WITH CHRISTINE
IT’S JUST AS UNRESOLVED AS IT EVER WAS
SHE BREAKS UP WITH JACK
AND DREAMS OF DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF LIFE
THOUGH THESE BEGIN TO FADE.
AT THIS POINT
SEXUALITY HAD BEEN REPACKAGED
INTO A SECRET GROUPING OF COMPLEX
ARITHMETIC GAMES.
VAX SKETCH
Al Jacobs
9.27.21
Al Jacobs
9.27.21
SO I HEARD HIM OUT, EVEN THOUGH I’M BRAINWASHED BECAUSE I GOT THE VAX. I FELT LIKE VAX DISCOURSE WITH AN ACTUAL DOCTOR WOULD SERVE ME IRL.
WE CROSSED THE BRIDGE WHERE YOU SAID NOT TO LOOK OVER AND I SAID I WOULDN’T, BUT I DID, AND THERE WERE A DOZEN BODIES FLOATING ON THEIR BACKS AND I FOLLOWED THEIR LIFELESS GAZES TO THE SKY, WHERE THEY LAST SEARCHED FOR GOD IN THE CLOUDS, BUT SAW ONLY SMOKE.
ANTOINE LOVES ME. HE PIRATES ALL OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES. ONCE HE PIRATED FOX AND THE HOUND AND WE WATCHED IT AT DUSK WHEN THE CICADAS WERE HUMMING AND THE STREET LAMPS WERE BUZZING AND I WAS SOBBING, SOBBING BECAUSE I ALWAYS SOB WHEN THE FOX GETS LEFT IN THE FOREST AND SOBBING BECAUSE I WILL SOON LEAVE ANTOINE AND SOBBING BECAUSE I AM NOT SORRY ABOUT IT.
[ALEXA] BEGAN BY TELLING ME HOW SHE HAS ALWAYS HAS A THING FOR JESUS. I JOKED THAT THIS MADE ME A LITTLE JEALOUS OF THAT ANOREXIC-HOT NAZAREAN. SHE DIDN’T LAUGH. SHE SAID SHE LOVED JESUS BECAUSE HE WAS BOTH MAN AND GOD, FLESH AND SPIRIT. SHE SAID HE WAS A MIRACLE BECAUSE HE WAS SIMULTANEOUSLY BOTH HERE AND THERE. I KNEW WHAT SHE WAS GETTING AT OF COURSE, BUT WANTED TO MAKE HER SAY IT OUT LOUD, SO I ASKED HOW EXACTLY MR. CHRIST WAS ABLE TO HAVE ONE FOOT FIRMLY PLANTED IN EACH REALM? WAS HIS EXISTENCE SOME KIND OF INCREDIBLE ONTOLOGICAL STRADDLING ACT? SHE SAID, NO, JESUS HAD TWO FEET PLANTED IN EACH REALM. I JOKED THAT JESUS MUST HAVE HAD FOUR FEET THEN, THAT HE MUST HAVE NOT BEEN HUMAN AFTER ALL BUT A QUADRUPED, A CUTE DOG MAYBE, A GOLDEN RETRIEVER PUPPY MAYBE. FRUSTRATED, ALEXA SHOUTED THE ONLY SOLUTION, THE ONLY WAY WE COULD BE TOGETHER, WAS FOR ME TO DIE.DOGS DYING IN THE DRY SUMMER, IN AUGUST I WENT BACK HOME AFTER MANUAL LABOR. SCANNED /POL/ FOR FUNNY DISCOURSE. ALL MY FRIENDS ON DISCORD LAUGHING. JOE BIDEN SUCKS. MONKEY WITH A GUN IN A REBEL ENCAMPMENT, AK BARREL SPINNING, PEOPLE DODGING BULLETS, LAUGH REACT THE GIF. THERE’S NO TALIBAN HERE. NOTHING TOO BIG ON THE MIND. GOD IS ABOVE AND JESUS IS LORD. HOW OLD ARE YOU?
I HAD TO THINK HARD.
30.
THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU SAID EARLIER.
WHAT DID I SAY EARLIER?
18.I’M PUSHING WOMEN OUT OF WINDOWS, STARVING MYSELF TO WRITE, TO EAT, DOING EVERYTHING FOR ART, GIVING YOU EVERYTHING. HEROES, VILLAINS, MARTYRS, INSURGENTS.
FRANK LOOKS UP AS THE BLUE SCREEN GIVES WAY TO A SOAP OPERA. AND THE VOLUME IS INCREDIBLY HIGH AS THE THEME MUSIC SWEEPS THROUGH THE BAR. AND FOR A MOMENT, THERE IS THE DEEPEST BEAUTY IMAGINABLE. YES, YOU HAVE NOT EXPERIENCED BEAUTY UNTIL THE THEME SONG FROM A SOAP OPERA PLAYS AT TERRIBLE VOLUME IN AN EMPTY BAR. IN THE DUSY SUNLIGHT. SWEEPING AND COMPLETE.FORTUITOUS AND FAT, GOUT AND GASTRO, LITTLE KIDS RUNNING WITH FLOWERS IN THEIR HANDS, FRACTAL PEARL, SCALLOPED, AND YOUR MIND RINGS BEFORE THE PHONE DOES. CERTAIN PORCHES OF ILL-REPUTE, THE DAWN IS ORANGE IN TWO CHAMBERS AND EVERY FIFTH TRUNK IS HEAVY WITH AUTOMATIC WEAPON. THE VIDEO OF CORD CUTTING, THE ACID OF THE ER DOCTOR, WALKING STRAIGHT INTO THE WATER LIKE A FALLEN SKY.
I AM LIVING WITH OTHER MEN IN LOS ANGELES NOW. THIS IS A STEP-DOWN FACILITY. THEY MAKE DECLARATIONS HERE. THEY SAY THINGS LIKE...ANOREXIC BITCHES ARE BETTER FUCKS THAN BULIMIC BITCHES. THEY DON’T SAY WOMEN. THEY LIKE RUB-AND-TUGS. THEY’VE GAINED WEIGHT ON ZYPREXA AND SEROQUEL AND CLOZAPINE AND DEPAKOTE. THEY HAVE POOR TABLE MANNERS. THEY HAVE BLOWHARD DADS. SOME HAVE COMPLIANT MOTHERS. THAY ARE SDSU GRADUATES AND USC DROPOUTS. THEY HAVE ACCESS TO THE VERY BEST PORNOGRPAHY. THEY ARE PSYCHOTIC UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF MARIJUANA. THEY SUFFER FROM BODY DYSMORPHIA. THEY DISCUSS THE POSSIBILITIES OF FASTING. THEY LOVE COLLEGE BASKETBALL. THIS IS ALL PART OF MY TREATMENT. WHAT I WANTED, ASKED FOR, AND GOT. BECAUSE I NEEDED SOMETHING...
SIFTING THROUGH A PLASTIC CONTAINER OF CHILDHOOD EPHEMERA, I FIND A PHOTOGRAPH OF MY HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIEND. WE MET WHEN I WAS 14 AND HE WAS 17. HE HAD BLACK HAIR, AND I WAS OVERWEIGHT. TO WOO ME, HE WROTE MY NAME IN THE SAND AT THE BEACH AND TOOK A PHOTOGRAPH OF IT, WHICH I HUNG IN A FRAME ABOVE MY BED. SOMETIMES WHILE I MASTURBATED, I FANTASIZED ABOUT US EATING FRENCH FRIES, THEN FUCKING ON THE SAND. I HAD NOT YET LOST MY VIRGINITY, BUT WE HELD HANDS IN MY HIGH SCHOOL’S BLEACHERS, AND CONTINUED HOLDING HANDS UNTIL HE CHEATED ON ME WITH SOMEONE CLOSER TO HIS AGE. PROBABLY SHE WAS A SLUT WHO HELPED HIM EJACULATE. WHICH, IN RETROSPECT, I WISHED I WAS.
THE FIRST TIME I DID MDMA AFTER HAVING A BABY, I WAS BROUGHT BACK TO THIS NIGHT. OR MAYBE IT WAS DAY. THE LABOR TIME. THE NO-TIME. THE ALL-TIME. THE OUTSIDE-TIME. THE TWELVE PLUS HOURS, THE NOT-KNOWING, THE FEELING TOO INTENSELY.IT WAS A SAD AFTERNOON
BUT EVERYBODY TOOK
A PICTURE.
WHAT PARTS OF YOU DID I GLIMPSE AMONG THESE BOYS? LIKE LOOKING AT THE PROGENY OF A LONG AGO LOVER BUMPED INTO ON THE STREET // SOMETHING SUTBLE IN THE FACE SEARCHING FOR THE PART I CHERISH EXCEPT, MY ABSURD LIFE, THE LITTLE JOKE OF MY EXISTENCE--I AM DOING IT BACKWARDS.
YOUR TINY HANDS WERE SO DELICATE THAT I FELT THE URGE TO SMASH ALL OF THEIR BONES WHENEVER I HELD THEM. I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE OPPORTUNITY WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE. THEY ARE MY FAVORITE THING, YOUR HANDS. IF I TOOK THEM WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE THEN I COULD HAVE HAD THEM FOREVER.
...AND THAT HE WANTS HIS PARTIES TO BE LIKE THAT AND NOT LIKE THIS AND ABOUT HOW THE MOVIE WAS DIRECTED BY THIS GUY WHO ALSO MADE A MOVIE ABOUT CARLOS THE JACKAL WHO WAS “LIKE, THE SEXIEST TERRORIST OF ALL TIME” WHICH ANNIE THINKS IS A HARD CATEGORY TO QUALIFY AND THEN SHE THINKS ABOUT THE SON OF THE BIN LADEN FAMILY SELLING HIS MANSION IN LA THAT LOOKED LIKE THE BEVERLY HILTON HOTEL WHERE THEY HOST THE GOLDEN GLOBES AND THEN SHE DANCES A LITTLE BUT IN A KIND OF FUNNY WAY THAT’S JAGGED AND STILTED AND SHE BECOMES SELF CONSCIOUS THAT SHE’S DANCING LIKE HER FATHER. AND NOW SHE’S THINKING ABOUT HER FATHER.
IT USED TO BE A PET PEEVE WHEN SHE CALLED HERSELF A DOG MOM BUT NOW THAT I’M A HUMAN DAD I’M LIKE SURE EVERYTHING’S MY BABY
WULLAHWAHZOUT
Joseph Grantham
8.7.21
Joseph Grantham
8.7.21
WHEN YOU SMACK YOUR LIPS IT BRINGS ME BACK TO WHEN I LIVED IN NEW YORK CITY NOT FAR FROM THE HOLLYWOOD SIGN
WITIN THE EYE OF THE ENTITY
Blake Butler
8.7.21
Blake Butler
8.7.21
NO ONE IN HEAVEN HAS SURVIVED. IF THEY DESERVED TO, THEY’D STILL BE DOWN HERE. AS AM I. OR AT LEAST I’VE WORN ON LONG ENOUGH IT’S NOT UNQUESTIONABLE TO IMAGINE I MIGHT CONTINUE GROWING OLD FOR LONG ENOUGH THAT I MIGHT FINALLY COME BACK AT THE BEGINNING. AND I’D STILL DO IT ALL OVER JUST THE SAME.
SOME PEOPLE REMEMBER GOD WHEN THEY ARE IN A HOSPITAL BED. THE NURSE TOLD ME THAT MORPHINE WOUL BE JUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME YOU TRIED MARIJUANA. SHE HAD HEARD FROM
PATIENTS. SHE HERSELF HAD NEVER DONE DRUGS AND NEVER WOULD DO DRUGS.
PATIENTS. SHE HERSELF HAD NEVER DONE DRUGS AND NEVER WOULD DO DRUGS.
FOR YOU LOVE WAS MILK.
SILVER SCREENS
Emmalea Russo
7.26.21
Emmalea Russo
7.26.21
SEEN THE ANGELS. WHEN OTHER FORCES MOVE FROM BLACK AND WHITE TO TECHNICOLOR AWAY BLOWS OUR PAPER MONEY. YOU WRAP ME IN YOUR WINGS OF DESIRE TRENCH COAT.
LOST HILLS
Nick Plett
7.21.21
Nick Plett
7.21.21
YES OFFICER, I’D LIKE TO REPORT A BITCH SLAPPING. HE HAD LUNGED FROM THE SEAT OF HIS CLUNKY FORD F350 AND SPUTTERED INSULTS LACED WITH SPITTLE AND VENOM AND DISDAIN FOR YOUNGER GENERATIONS AND SELF-HATRED AND HELPESSNESS AND ALL THE BOILING PARTS OF LIFE SPEWING INTO THE HOT AIR LIKE VOMIT AND THEN HE HAD REACHED OUT AND SLAPPED ME. SLAPPED ME LIKE THE BITCH THAT I WAS.
THIS ISN’T ABOUT METAPHORS; THIS IS ABOUT OBJECTS.
WHY IS ALL THIS DUST EVERYWHERE? WHY IS THE ROOM FILLED WITH DUST? WHY HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS TURNED TO DUST? THEY USED TO BE RHODODENDRONS AND WHERE IS MY MOTHER? THERE IS A VASE AND IT IS FULL OF GARBAGE AND THE TOILET RUNS FULL. IT HAS OVERFLOWED AND THERE IS WATER IN MY MOUTH. THE LIGHTS TURN OFF AND I AM SURROUNDED BY SNAILS. HOW COME NO ONE ELSE IS HERE AND WHY AM I STILL COUGHING? WHY AM I BREATHING IN THIS WATER? WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE DUST?
SOME OF MY DISQUIET IS AT HOW LITTLE PERTURBATION A DEATH CAN CAUSE. A HUMAN BEING GONE, A UNIVERSE OBLITERATED, AND JUST ONE ELECTRONIC DEGREE OF SEPERATION AWAY ALL IT OCCATIONS IS “SAD AND WEIRD.”
THIS MORNING HE DROVE TO ONE OF THE STRIP MALLS AND BOUGHT A RADIO WITH A PLUG FOR AN OUTLET. IT CAN ALSO TAKE BATTERIES IF AN OUTLET ISN’T ACCESSIBLE. HE THINKS HE SHOULD’VE GOTTEN BATTERIES AND HE MIGHT BRING IT OUTSIDE TO THE FAR END OF THE YARD AND LISTEN TO MUSIC AND BURN SOMETHING.
THE COP RUBBED THE MAN AGAINST THE TOMATO GUTS. THE COP PUT THE MAN IN THE BACK OF HIS CRUISER. THE COP CLOSED THE DOOR OF HIS CRUISER. THE COP DROVE AWAY WHILE FIRING HIS GUN OUT THE WINDOW. AN HOUR LATER A TOW TRUCK CAME FOR THE CAR AND I WENT HOME. I ATE TOMATOES. EVERY TIME I BIT INTO A TOMATO, IT KILLED EVERY COP IN AMERICA. I KILLED EVERY COP IN AMERICA SOMETHING LIKE TWENTY OR TWENTY-FIVE TIMES.
BASELESS STATUE
Skylar Hauge
7.5.21
Skylar Hauge
7.5.21
LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES. IT WILL KILL YOUR DOG.
GOOD BOY
Madeline Cash
7.5.21
Madeline Cash
7.5.21
AS THE SEDATIVE WAS ADMINISTERED MY SISTER STARTED TO CRY. THEN MY MOM STARTED TO CRY. I COULDN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF THE DOG MURDERER’S TITS. ONLY THE MORE AROUSING THAT THEY WERE OBSCURED BY SO MUCH POLYESTER. I WONDERED WHAT SHE DID ON WEEKENDS. WHEN SHE WASN’T EUTHANIZING FAMILY PETS. SHE PROBABLY LAUGHED AND DRANK AND DANCED--READ IN A NOOK BY THE WINDOW OR SOMETHING. CASHEW WATCHED HER WITH HIS DROWSY, ALL-KNOWING STARE. HIS ANGEL OF DEATH. PERHAPS THE COMPANY HAD ORCHISTRATED IT THIS WAY. THEY WANTED THE LAST THINGS THE ANIMALS SAW TO BE BEAUTIFUL.
THINK ABOUT YOUR ODDS OF GETTING MURDERED IN THE FIRST PLACE. OK. NOW DIVIDE THAT BY 100. PRETTY GOOD, HUH?
MY POETRY IS CARDIOVASCULAR AND VERY GOOD FOR YOU. HEALTHY IN THAT WAY THAT FAILURE IS HEALTHY. CARDIOVASCULAR IN THAT ITS SCOPE IS TO AERATE. THE NEGATION THAT COMES WITH IMMANENCE. THE BEES THAT CIRCLE A ROTTEN QUEEN, THE HEAT OF THEIR WINGS COOKING HER ALIVE.
ALEXANDER RETIRED SUPINE ON HIS FEATHERY ROOST, AND I HELD UP ONE OF THE PAPER LANTERNS TO HIS TABLET, ENUMERATING THE MANY IDIOSYNCRASIES AND UNPARALLELED INNOVATIONS OF THE FRESHLY PATENTED WEAPONS TECH. WHEN I LOOKED UP, MY WHOADIE HAD ENTERED THOSE SEIZING THROES DISTINCTIVE TO THE LAND OF NOD. CAREFUL NOT TO MAKE PHYSICAL CONTACT, I COVERED HIS FACE WITH THE GLOSSY BEAM OF THE GESTALT.
IN MY DEFENSE HE WOULD SERENADE ME AT MY WINDOW. THAT WAS THE TIME I FORGAVE HIM FOR STEALING MY LAPTOP.