Zero Or Less
The sound above me: nothing. The sound below me: less than nothing. It is October in Florida, which means it feels like Virginia in July. My sister breathes quietly in winter. My sister is dead and it is not winter. I can’t remember the last time it snowed without her.
Most of the Things I Have Thought Today
She has so many knots in her hair because we are desperate
in our fucking. Maybe desperate is not the right word.
Think: necessary. Think: éclat. Think the opposite
of mediocre and then continue to think that until you grow bored.
She is always digging, I am [...]
Girl #3 says Be my boyfriend? On top of me her breath smells like nothing. I look at the remote control. I look at the ceiling fan, it’s spinning. I imagine cold against her back. There is always sweat on her brow when we kiss. Girl #1 has made her [...]