and hollowed out,
at odds
with host,
and making
for a growing


‘This is how its done.’ Tiny hands conduct the moment settling on crossed legs eyes locked on me the air between us seems to pause. I sit I smile, I mean who wouldn’t. I wait like stuffed toys might. and I check the other guests everyone attends her words wide eyed and silent just like…

26 steps

head bent and staring down, you say i’m good, i’m good in rasped out air ripped edges, punctuated by that beeping sound somewhere. this is not good. you lying down now, but not resting. 26 steps. 26 minutes. where did you go? you were gone too long. confused, i wondered why walk? why, try to,…