All afternoon the heat races through my circulatory system like a typhoon. My life is ebbing away. On an unremarkable beach, an unremembered explorer. The sun hovers like a smothering mother. My skin slobbers. What wild daylight must be captured and cooled for my necrosis and neurosis to heal?
Day: April 23, 2026
The Future
Bleached culture lies dormant in a vault under a rainy jungle. It is all I can do to say my polychromatic prayers and wish for lilacs. Soon I will bloom – like a volcano from the core of an enraged earth, furious to be far flung in a space time continuum that stretches and bulges hideously. Hiding in the trees, birds of hell and bats of burden. There is no cleaning up what was done in the brutal summer of civilization except in blood.
Life after Electroshock
White, wilted, silty, and salty, forgetfulness washes over me like sand carried by the tide. In my head the whirring of a scarred conscience. In my eyes, festering wounds of imperfection. I have electrocuted myself 15 times and died each time. The body may die once, but identity dies little by little as memory fades. Still, my sweeter half carries me onto the nefarious beach. He opens his mouth and pours purpose into me.
Miniature Moon 