I lost my Fucking job because I Forgot that I had to work, And I was late. Again. I Forgot. I Fucking Forgot. All I want to do is Write And I guess… I forgot that I also need to eat? I fucking forgot -What, about time? -About having bills? -Buying gas -Doing laundry -About being anything other Than a coinsure of literature With a strict diet of words? Who forgets they have to work? I’m sorry, I was just Ever so busy Experiencing life, Gathering moments To better enhance ...

     Morgan’s hands worked at the taped edges of the box marked express. The telephone rested between her ear and shoulder. The man’s voice was distant as she fumbled the scissors under the cardboard.      “It’s, sort of, a modest place,” he said. “Doesn’t look like much from the outside.”      “Oh?” she said, excited by the sight of bubble wrap and clear packaging.  &...

          You find a key on the floor of an old house. You find it under the sink in the bathroom, while you’re unpacking your shampoos and body soaps. It’s brass and looks as though it has spent time in a leaking basement. You have a basement in your new house, so you take it down stairs to see if you can find something it fits to. The basement is small and smells like old books and dirty laundry. After you replace the dead light ...

What do I do with these hands, Asks the clock. Do I keep going, or do I stop? The hours are miles on rubber bands, And eternal tomorrows are foreign lands. So what do I do with these hands? Do I keep going, or do I stop? Do I keep moving, or do I rot?