The first sentence lets you know your life is a toaster oven. The fifth floor fortune cookie’s heart-by-way-of-paper says to make time for avocados in all of your masks—swallow the fat after you’ve chew-chew-chewed it & worn it one last time drunk around the largest mirror you’ve rented. Dawn asks me to turn on sports & I do—I pull for flightless birds. Isn’t sleep a color now, or at least part of the wheel? I am a train in the third dream of the night; there’s no track, sound, or light—I wake up cold, white, ready to burn & have any good to come of it pulled out of me.
Parker Tettleton is a Leo, a vegan, a resident of Portland, Oregon. He is also the author of the grocery-shopping-themed collection Greens (Thunderclap Press, 2012) as well as the chapbooks Same Opposite (Thunderclap Press, 2010) & Ours Mine Yours (Pity Milk Press, 2014). More or less is here.