She Drew Me Thin

I am the stickman you drew as a kid, the one you flipbooked on the corners of every Christmas catalogue that hogged your time and pencil. Oh how smooth you drew me – and thin. And I remember when you gave me a bike, rolled me right off the page, right there at the hardwares […]

Of Roots and Bitters

So smooth and piquant then. Remember? Our love a puree of roots and bitters, quick peppered, swift boiled blobbed up and sulphurous. Melting the ladle, melting the pot, smoking the burner, firing the whole damn kitchen down. Yes, it still stings my lips, flaps on my uvula, something never fully swallowed but scorched on a […]

Imagining a Girl

She had a long bore smile, a smoker’s laugh, and a posture born of whips and taking it. She had a red onion mind, a carrion wit, three prison-ink vines on her hip. Her scent – a pudding of ash and caramel, hints of road slag, burnt rubber and mint. She’ll cut your face for […]