The Weather of Perception
Between a tiny Salvadorian restaurant and a pharmacy, a liminal region improbably sustains life.
The First Procedure
Her legs are made to spread
between steel. Each day's
examining room, paper stuck
under sweating skin.
New Faves: Liz Blood, “Teeth” Intro by Kathryn Savage
I am eight years old and lose eight baby teeth this year.
Sharks Keep Moving
I was fidgeting with my beer—passing it from one hand to the other and back again, the little I’d spilled giving it just enough slide across the bar to feel satisfying—when Walt walked in.
