RT S1

headless

At the headless shelter everyone has forgotten who to dream. There are no hair dryers, no earrings, no hats. They all fart without giving it a second thought. When people who have heads visit, they are often overwhelmed by normally suppressed sights, sounds, and...

Repair Girl

The Red Garter Saloon enlists me to repair the jukebox. Best machine-fixing girl in the county, I always say. Prefer clogged urinals. Usually get me a gander of a phallus, you know, a pecker, some might say a weenie. No one warns the fellas I’m headin’ in. But like I...

Harvest Moon Festival

Annie rushed past the burnt-rubber smell of kettle corn, the frustrated shouts from the strongman game, and the endless lines for wrestling to find Edna The Fortune Teller who told her, One chance to touch the moon and you’ll find love. Annie bought a ticket. The...

Decomposition

Why are doll parts better than the whole, the amputation of a leg floating in space more beautiful than the doll entire, a composition of porcelain only perfect once it’s shattered, unsocketed from the body of an imaginary girl with mechanized eyes, like all of us...

Storm Warnings Everywhere

In my dream, I’m washing a little girl’s back. She bends forward to cradle herself, tries to stifle sobs. As I reach her bottom with the warm soapy washcloth, I comfort her with words that in waking life have detoured to blocked memory.   “It’s not your fault,” I...

Intent (with Military Honors)

Drake, the driver, berates as he runs through his list of dislikes, in that mood where everything is, and I am not an exclusion. Not captivated, I am locked into my passenger position with self-assumed obligations.  Drake must think it wit he spews, while I’m stuck in...

Milky Way

(this was longer than I wanted, and longer than I usually write, but I didn't know how to get to the essence of the story otherwise.)   Milky Way   Middle 5th grade. Mrs. Marshall, with her witch’s gray-black hair and glue-colored face, tells me to stay...

headless

At the headless shelter everyone has forgotten who to dream. There are no hair dryers, no earrings, no hats. They all fart without giving it a second thought. When people who have heads visit, they are often overwhelmed by normally suppressed sights, sounds, and...

Repair Girl

The Red Garter Saloon enlists me to repair the jukebox. Best machine-fixing girl in the county, I always say. Prefer clogged urinals. Usually get me a gander of a phallus, you know, a pecker, some might say a weenie. No one warns the fellas I’m headin’ in. But like I...

Harvest Moon Festival

Annie rushed past the burnt-rubber smell of kettle corn, the frustrated shouts from the strongman game, and the endless lines for wrestling to find Edna The Fortune Teller who told her, One chance to touch the moon and you’ll find love. Annie bought a ticket. The...

Decomposition

Why are doll parts better than the whole, the amputation of a leg floating in space more beautiful than the doll entire, a composition of porcelain only perfect once it’s shattered, unsocketed from the body of an imaginary girl with mechanized eyes, like all of us...

Storm Warnings Everywhere

In my dream, I’m washing a little girl’s back. She bends forward to cradle herself, tries to stifle sobs. As I reach her bottom with the warm soapy washcloth, I comfort her with words that in waking life have detoured to blocked memory.   “It’s not your fault,” I...

Intent (with Military Honors)

Drake, the driver, berates as he runs through his list of dislikes, in that mood where everything is, and I am not an exclusion. Not captivated, I am locked into my passenger position with self-assumed obligations.  Drake must think it wit he spews, while I’m stuck in...

Milky Way

(this was longer than I wanted, and longer than I usually write, but I didn't know how to get to the essence of the story otherwise.)   Milky Way   Middle 5th grade. Mrs. Marshall, with her witch’s gray-black hair and glue-colored face, tells me to stay...

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