Fiction & Poetry
Unbiased academic Pillars Stand rock hard and Straight-shoot to the sky. Pillars My teacher tells me all…
They lay eyes on him, they see a body out of the gym. A black, thick beard, in a need…
Do you know what it feels like to be seen? I also don’t know what it feels like to be properly heard, but that’s a question for another time.
We are two boys in our early twenties
who can read touch like that, who have broken into
a 200-year-old mansion, without permission,
to see from above where people like them go
after 377 has been read down only for those
who can stay behind closed doors — in the custody
of cheap hotels, or houses that welcome nights
with the sound of latches closing.