you slipped into your flesh suit, its rosy padding, and zipped it up, little latch throbbing in your throat? A slide of light, sip
becomes the only boat. Lays her body flat, bellying black water that sucks below the dock. Her chest a prow, her face the fixed
After the barely averted disaster—the plane dropping on stuck wings down the thin cliff of cloud— skewing to the airport’s red homing eye before