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There was a death. Two days before, I saw him, head dunked into the carcass of a car. The sun shone on his belly. It played it like a drum. He laughed. I said I would see him a day from then, in another city, under another sky. It was supposed to be sunny then … Continue reading
Today Lola Niburski died and I am sure I am supposed to say something beautiful about it after all these beautiful words I have learned over time like how a dog can feed your warmth like how it can protect the brag of your breath like how it will run with its tongue loose amongst … Continue reading
if i were to tell you about me, i think i’d start with the fact that i used to believe that all airplanes were from italy because of their green and red lights, and that my father once told me the plural of fish was net, and on bright brimming days where i am not … Continue reading
i have been preoccupied recently with measuring the size of all things. for example, my mother’s smile, how the edges of it flutter on the surface of the moon during a spotless night and simultaneously on the bright stage i have walked across during graduation. it is a fascination, a careful, educated observation that all … Continue reading
i am sat down slapped on the back fed beer after beer firmly told that i am a catch there are many women here i am told to look around my belly lurches it is all coming up kacper you will be fine you are fine it is all coming out i return from the … Continue reading
how is it that after all this time i am still here writing these words that have gone no where certainly not to you * cut it out cut it all out remove the phone destroy the mailbox demolish the hydro towers stamp out the flames massacre the pigeons chop off all the hands cut … Continue reading
Dear Friend and their soon-to-be wife, There are two ways to fall in love: as men or boys. Most of my time with Friend has been entrenched in the second, a forgetful gibberish of spoiling beers, sloven dancing, abrupt laughter, philosophical chats disguised as handwaving, handwaving disguised as philosophical chats, and a crew of rousing, … Continue reading
Things have never been worse. It’s in the creakiness of the economy, the deflationary flop of your dollar, the way your pants no longer fit anymore. It’s in the sloppiness of the hasty mornings, the way they spill over like slush into the afternoon. It’s in the business meetings where you yawn audibly, in the … Continue reading
Sometimes I wonder why I am still in this city and I will see a pigeon with a wing broken and its bone sticking out and its wobbling into traffic and I rush to save it only to be greeted by a man from Bulgaria, a man with an accent like a muffler and a … Continue reading
You’re late. I know. Like really late. I know, I know. Like you wouldn’t belie- I get it. So you’re impatient now, too? No, I wasn’t trying to be it’s ju- I am impatient. Oh. No reason to be surprised, Kacper. Again, I get it. If you do, then we might as well get started, … Continue reading
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