Author Archives: perfectsublimemasters

Shot

The thing is: you always look pretty & I wonder what the fuck. I’m imagining you when I order pizza—I order a large vegan pizza. I want a fifth-floor apartment that costs $1350. I have it. I want to repay … Continue reading

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Dart

I move my fingers out of spite—I mean to improve their directions. The second sentence is I want to know who comes & where & why. Mornings are the biggest assholes every time HBO means a lot to me. I … Continue reading

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Maddie

I’m buzzing on a day dedicated to bees. The second sentence is the clouds are cactus & pink & fucked up. I miss my dreams on the red line to Hollywood. I’m going somewhere so fast my nose runs into a … Continue reading

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Leopard Skins

Sometimes we put on the leopard’s skin and pretend to be faster, becoming – always becoming Sometimes we look with awe, with unspoken jealousy at the ape in its cage, preening, listless in the sun, slow-moving We do not talk … Continue reading

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Born Again at Lake Ontario

By now I imagine you’ve heard the gossip. God knows between Jenny at the salon and Martha Crenshaw at the Bible Study; it’s already all over town. It was clear as day when I went into the bank this morning … Continue reading

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Kansas, 1875

The hot sun crawled down the western sky, and the world melted from exhaustion, as did the man who stood in the cabin doorway. He looked far older than his thirty-one years. Pearls of sweat beaded on his forehead as … Continue reading

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Already Gone

Each morning I take off my skin Pluck out my eyes Douse myself With lighter fluid And set fire to my brain It’s easier this way The day gets started But I’m already gone I watch the bus Pull up … Continue reading

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