by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
by Judith Cody Eric Satie roams alone through Paris; it rains. While Striking Feathers: Rain is dislodged is fallen—transmogrifies into sweat Dew is dissolved is absorbed—transmogrifies into sweat Blood is drawn is congealed—transmogrifies into sweat Urine is discharged is rain—transmogrifies into sweat (Audience applauds while spasmodically coughing.) With Drum Held…