Thank god they wanted a closed casket. Don’t wanna see what [she] did to [her] face. Her face that held the world in it— her relationship...

Do Immortals dream of golden sheep? I like to think they crave their sleep. That brief stretch of darkness and breath Is the closest an...

Reverberating voices down the hall and the emphatic resentment of an elevator’s ascent. It’s like they know we’re around. Dreams of...