he says they are working on a test for schizophrenia. and i ask him if i will fail. he assures me it’s not about individuals it’s just about traits. he takes out his giant graph and says wouldn’t you like to be up here. i can see he doesn’t mean this as a question. i don’t ask him where he thinks i am now but i imagine he finds me hovering at the bottom somewhere between unfortunate and unlivable. and i say well i have a bit of a fear of heights but i’m sure life would be easier up there. and he explains the benefits of progress and i thank him for confirming my existence is a mistake. Read more →

I wear
Borromean rings
In my hair Read more →

This was beautiful to me
allowed and disallowed

the sun allowed it but
the people under the sun didn’t

they insisted on the real
while the sun encouraged an ideal

his name meant
‘the sun’ Read more →

O rim
shipside
who swore
they’d smite
our borders
with frogs

along the borders
of the City of Refuge

along the fenced borders
pleasantstoned borders
fictional borders