“Oi. What colour are my eyes?” Until that moment, I had deliberately avoided looking into his eyes. Eye contact is … More
Tag: prose
Sink
He says he never brings girls back to his place because he’s embarrassed about his flat. I tell him that … More
(Pro-)/(Retro-)gression
1 I fill the void with three liters of cheap white wine and morph into a monster in a mini … More
High Enough
I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More
Wild Horses
You mix my medication into a pot of vanilla yoghurt and instruct me on how to eat. Open. Come on. … More
& party & bullshit
So we were at this house party and I was sitting in the kitchen sink drinking lukewarm vodka out of … More
One Time at Camden Lock
1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More
Peculiar Times (Pre-Pandemic)
We live in peculiar times: we start a new ashtray in a plastic yoghurt pot instead of emptying the big … More
Things He Said in Bed
Everyone’s dead / all my family’s dead now / it’s just me. Last man standing but I feel like I’m … More
Oh, Man
I don’t need you to kill any spiders. I can buy my own flowers. I prefer to sleep alone. I … More
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