i dip my feet in the swimming pool. it is cold but the running lights in the reflection glow like bonfire. all night i have been sucking on this last cherry pit. slowly, suddenly, it slides and lodges itself in my throat… now my veins are thick with blue; face the whiter shade of pale. The very thought of u

One Day We’ll Have It All

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Only 7 sleepless weeks have gone by at the dining table. She tears a new fruit lovingly and violently apart, saying, we eat red, Pepe, little by little Pepe, hold the seeds. Unsure of when to spit, Pepe had harboured altogether fistfuls of them between his quiet cheeks for fear of resolving his ignorance, and the mess that comes with. Flowers now grow in his belly from the few accidentally pushed down the pipe. Pepe, mesmerised and repulsed by the ritual, finally spits.

The patient coagulated ruins take the shape of the cave that was his mouth, almost resembling the once pregnant pomegranate

Celebrations Unlimited

It is the morning of their 44th wedding anniversary, he plonks himself on the cold of the living room floor, surrounded by photo albums of old. Wedding portrait. He glazes his eyes first wonderingly over her young face, followed by his own, then twice again over with fawning attentiveness, throwing into sharp relief just how unusual life has gone.