Two Drinks in at the Oyster Bar
Hayden Church
“Have you tried hookers?
Church? God? Your dead
mother? Pills? Coke? Crack?”
“Have you tried hookers?
Church? God? Your dead
mother? Pills? Coke? Crack?”
She began imagining what it might have been like to be Agatha, crying and disheveled with both pale breasts exposed.
In time, the questions become increasingly diffuse, numbers jumble and disappear, the symbolic order smears.
I begin to write a eulogy for
a guy who doesn't exist.
When i stopped remote viewing my wife / we stopped being married
Today I saw a goose stare down an suv and thought of you.
it got to the other side of the road and tore a few feathers out
following me from a table outside the coffee shop to my car.
I think it
Can't spoil what's ahead but suffice to say I may attempt to falsely accuse a fellow indie writer of war crimes in a psychotic bid for even more attention
All of the bedroom was suffering / with his eyes full of wings.
I have known / a hunger I would undo / my own good birth to sate
There is an attitude in the liberated fetal detachment
If the Internet doesn't drain all the money soon I will kool myself )for real
I found a wallet today that contained $200, some credit cards, and some family pictures—my family now.
The fantasies I’ve been having
Are so awful
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
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