March 16, 2018
“I quit,” The President said.
“You quit?” The Vice President said.
“I quit,” The President said again.
“You can’t be serious?”
The President, soon to be ex-President, took a bite out of his Big Mac, forcing shredded lettuce to fall from his mouth like beautiful greasy comets, or like small greasy people leaping from the burning building of his hungry mouth.
The President was a large man and chewed accordingly,
March 14, 2018
“Ice cold water. One dollar. Ice cold water…”
I spit out the first sip and then guzzle as if that first sip was one of those dreams you forget. Here he comes. I get ready to greet him when he shakes his head and sweat particles fly into my unexpecting mouth. I’ve heard some things about Connolly from my uncle Darryl. Mostly positive.
“Ice cold water. One dollar.
March 13, 2018
They came from all across the Northern America’s. Oklahoma, New York, California, Edmonton, Toronto.
For the death of someone they couldn’t really even muster up something nice to say about.
I’m almost sure they just came to remember who they all were, where they all came from. Hoping they would all show up for them too.
A while later, we all stood on the edge, the same but different one.
February 28, 2018
All the while, time was caroming around, looking for its ends, and damaged by loss and panic, swung wide, screamed west and eventually flung its heels over its own head, gaining momentum in the terror of inertia. It gritted its teeth and pulled its legs in and began to whirl faster, eventually becoming a centrifuge, and this is how the pendulum, incidentally, became a rotary mechanism.
I feel strange about things,