We were going to make a blood oath but instead of a needle you used a dagger and started gushing, and I vomited on your mostly severed finger, and you told me I needed to take you to the hospital, but I told you I needed a less smelly shirt because not all of the vomit landed on the finger, and you said if we have to wait anyway we might as well do the blood oath while you were already bleeding, and so you handed me the dagger, and I intentionally dropped it because at least one of us needed enough blood to drive, and you told me to watch it because the dagger cost $500, so I asked why I paid for your lunch, and you said because it was sweet to do it up until I made that crack, and so I decided to change the subject back to the hospital, but you insisted on doing the blood oath immediately in case you didn’t make it because even as you passed out from a vampiric wet dream-level of blood loss, you were able to argue that it made a better obituary if the blood oath was successful, but I totally disagreed and so could no longer take the blood oath in good conscience.
Monthly Archives: January 2023
Mark Young
from 100 Titles From Tom Beckett #100: Lust and Listlessness He once kept secret lists, on a regular basis, of the emotional states he passed through. Would collate them monthly. Lust, it turned out, was the prime recurring state; embarrassingly so, especially when his husband discovered his notations & saw that the lust was pointed in other dire- ctions. A number of harsh words were exchanged, many ultimatums. He has now begun a forced course of listlessness.
Cecilia Stelzer
the wilting fist make a recording of air or suede on grass french kiss the video cut velvet the lock 500 egrets for eyes
Nicholas Ravnikar
The Book of Money I shook the tree twice — once on top and once on bottom. We saw the children, then, arguing for their right to anger in an old language we forgot to teach them. They hid a part of me away and never showed me where. We count all the new money twice as it falls on us. That’s the way of these worn facets. rolling over and rolling over — past time. After it. Still, they call me a liar. God knows where my grave is, but it’s filled with your best advice. If I read it aloud, nobody would believe me.
Matthew Schmidt
Cranial Repo I rip my head off with the best of them. What moguls are to the skier: alpine throes in crepuscular spleen. When I exfoliate my brain stem, ribald speech tolls consequence for sheep. Penned, they sup on stalks. Selected to tup as castrato the ram will not bleat. Soprano arias when the market herds them to the abattoir. Colloquial, all I really know. Tongue-sin for tungsten when the filament shorts. To muzzle with fiery tongs or Scold’s bridle.
Michael H. Brownstein
Every Now and Then another spark against back ground a gauge with in deformity the growth of hair balls flower of rose mary malice mal war mishap misstep missed tense