Cover and inside art by Larry Lorca.
Excerpt:
Everyone I Knew In High School Is Dead
The egg fell onto the flashlight’s head,
a sound colder than outer space. When you
have an accident with an already-dead object
I can’t finish my sentence. I swung a stomach
I wished for one of those strangle bracelets
Grades melted under the radiator like
a doll on behalf of itself. The itch
of washer-dryer tags. We rejected
blood clots, are we tidal waves in the library
I card cataloged you until I could forget
& then find you again in the index
My leaking house, come back out
of the cake basement
