We dragged her from the mess. Even now we wait for her sigh, her soft closing eye and breath you wouldn't turn away from.
Her smile the same metal they use to make dentistry tools and the way she said cunt the way the sun spits and snarls that way.
JEHOVA FRAGMENT #3
Did I ever tell you about my aunt? How she walked in her shoes like a child? She was ninety-five years old walking on walls and chasing pigeons still afraid of death still afraid of the universe
her smile held in place by tiny wires the same wires they use to drag trout onto rowboats
Some throw them back. Some smash their tiny heads to pulp and eat the rest.