The lid of the teapot rattled as though terrified. Dad is not the table-banger. No one in the house is. It’s a house of quiet, impatient table-tappers at worst, so Mom’s resilience is just as startling. Like a second startle, the bang and rattle followed by a pedal tone of ominous import previously unnoticed. She would sit back, hands in lap looking, a rock to dad’s crashing waves. “Fuck the teapo...

So it’s this mucky stuff out by the, short cut?, dad calls it the easement, the easement out to the river walk. Yeah out there. They’re not out dealing drugs there, that’s more toward the train tracks. This spots just a little ugly and there’s this mucky stuff. Gacky. So yeah I just go out there and kind of push it around with a stick, at least that’s what I started doing and like, who cares thoug...

Pace ten high arcade

Sing the child into the past

La’aschkrime’nur

Fat melts from kulf skin

Swallowed by leaf mother

La’aschkrime’nur

Spilt salt on night’s dress

And life heaped up

call your name

La’aschkrime’nur...

D -

I still can’t believe you are doing this. One of gavvy’s beds is out front - I couldn’t take them all. There’s the rest of the money is on the bookcase and your fucking computer is on the floor in the bedroom. Please take the pills on the counter. Fuck you.

- N...