Morphine

Morphine

Morphine The river was perfect that day. Mattresses floated with disregard. Futons sank, deservedly so. To be a bed and a couch is already too much, and either way, not a boat. Mattresses, however. Who doesn’t want to float with disregard? (Clarification. There are no...
Directives

Directives

Directives You get no pretty pictures here. Ok? Alright?   You’re going home. At least nod so I know you understand. Ok? Good. You got this tube inside you that runs up your arm, across your chest here, to your central artery. That’s your heart....
There Are Rules

There Are Rules

There Are Rules I’m nine on the family trip to the West Coast, when my aunt confiscates the dead crawfish from the restaurant, wraps it in a cloth napkin. A rule: you can take the napkin if it’s for a dead fish. Outside, set the fish in a stream. When it’s not...