Even Angel and Bruiser’s game of battle bots couldn’t make me smile. At noon after three beers and a couple of Tommy burgers that against my better intentions I shared with Angel, I rode down to the county morgue to retrieve my friend. It was hard to believe that all that was Kelly fit in a small...
“That’s Columbine. The purple one is a Bleeding Heart. That over there? That’s an Iris, see the black ink marks?” My father is naming all of the flowers in the fields around our house. “California Poppy. MissionBells. That one’s a Buttercup, put it under your chin to see if you are in love...
Flesh pressed against flesh. No one touches me. They can sense I am not one of them. The pimp I killed at the station provided me with cash for the ticket and gold to pawn. I have lost track of how many I have executed. They are faceless. They do not haunt me. An owl never thinks of the life of a...