Death
Gabe stood outside his father’s bedroom window with the grasshopper’s wings pinched tightly between his fingers. The insect was slightly longer than one of the…
We decided to hang Alfred. Viv went for rope. Tom went for a chair. I waited and talked with Alfred. We talked about spaceships and…
It wasn’t the copperhead’s fault that my boot came down on its tail, no more than it was Bobby’s fault that he’d been raised by…
this test, online, and it’s supposed to tell me when I’ll die. It says: July 25, 2055. Instantly, I wish I’d never taken the test….
On Monday, we drive back from the Kilrush grocery store. Two hundred dollars’ worth of food sits in the trunk, and I’m picturing the meals…
This is not me who’s talking. This is five obscene traumas involving a by-sexual mother and a precocious baby brother who went dim. Under stolen…
I was not there to witness this choice, though I had seen you make poor choices before—the destruction of homes, the death of the pet,…
They had high hopes when they built Magalíluismili, so why they built the village in the bottom of a valley was a joke we thought…
Afterward smelled like death, which smelled like morphine, which smelled like raspberry, which I’ve never liked. These artificial fruit smells—chemical esters volatile and ripe—they smell…
I am born at the labyrinth’s entrance. My blood mixes with the dirt until there is a large dark circle. My body feels raw, scrubbed…