doomsday kittens

Max understood this perfectly and could easily picture the slow-motion buckling of the spars and the accordion collapse of the fuselage as the propeller blades’ churned up the ground.

then all crawl out from the wreckage to begin a dance lasts all night so by morning we'll be tired surprised we're still upright

We woke up and we were whirlpools of spilt turquoise oil / with wings for flying

and oh how serratedly so

She looked over from the passenger seat at her husband and smiled. It had been twenty years. She hadn't expected him to remember. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, placed her hand on his thigh.“We'll be home soon enough,” he said. He was not…

I have constructed this emotion with tinfoil and stilts. I wear the mask of a typewriter. I have roots in Minnesota. I have a glass hat and a junkyard monstrosity pregnant with parables.

Kiln dried mummies, landscape of once were alpacas. / Now all the wool is farmed in Alva

I didn’t say to eat your keys and parrots. It was peas and carrots. Idiot!

Extrapolate, interpolate/ to add imaginary flesh// to fragmentary bones.

his eyes see blood as circumstance.

. . . he's of mixed race. Along with European blood, he's got Mexican Indian and African blood. Here's the irony. He don't look nothing like a white European man but he thinks like one.

My man’s got a habit that’s kinda strange. I’ve got a feeling he’s never gonna change. Whenever I take a trip, when I git back, my underwear’s ripped.

We watched through the plate glass window, like kids watching a mother guppy eat her young. A woman approached the sweaters but stopped suddently, as if she sensed the dark force Darth Vader projects in Star Wars movies.

The renegade states- Virginia, Georgia,/ Texas, and the rest- should have lost their names