“You have to be aggressive, man,” Pedro said. “Especially with the old ladies. They’ll talk and talk and never say a thing.”
Now we’ll grow gills, the small child says. We feel for our earlobes and pull them into new shapes.
Causes, in many ways, similar to those that felled the young men I knew: jungle rot, youthful folly, despair, and gunfire.
First, two to five (never all, never none) of the ant’s legs fly off from its thorax and abdomen.
Everything I write is part of a life-long continuum of work that informs each other, and if I look at something I’m working now, I’ll see its origin in something I was thinking about maybe twenty or thirty years ago.
Holding onto something that burns her is a skill of will that will stay with her for decades, maybe her whole life. But she doesn’t know that yet.
This island is not what a typical person would think when you say Island for this island is man-made in its entirety.
I already know the order from the other night. A wrap, veggie. Fries on the side. The two gin and tonics I made disappear.
TO TRACY LIKE/TO LIKE/LIKE is a peculiar and personal meditation that sets its sights on the external colossus of a patriarchy in a way that is both politically charged and fun to read
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