Notes on the Fold

from work, are on the back of a drawing. Your dark nostils blot the page. You have drawn my back to you, my whole back, on the last page of a large leaf and another, of my mouth full of gills. You are working for this picture, the relation it makes, the scene we had [...]

There have been easier evenings than these around our flatbed. Older cheerers harken a bottle or two for us, there are crackas and peanuts if you please. I hold no more than a scholarship and people like Saneesh and Charlie come to mind. Sitting besides, we swing next to a storm window while Shak refuses [...]

What we do in the soon to be midnight, one time I had my arm across the banister and billowing. Put my face in apparel. It sounded like a captain, I’ll call him, a glove, while we squinted into the den fire. Terminating the agreement, he quashed. So much for neither sea, I had huge [...]

My body looked great against the wool sky. I pinned one to the string. You seemed so sorry then, that guy with the knife to you, soon you moved. At night, I light the bees on you. Kiss their legs to sleep. These switches, , and my teeth hurt, my feet are cold, I pinched the [...]