Submissions by Grae (Bryan Gray)

change is the only continuity.
my ability to adapt

is everything.

i saw phobos and deimos in a dream. tethered to a toddlers wrist. i'll slip away from myself eventually. we can suffer for all i care. i'm not sure if you're real. i feel sick inside. i dream about the kind of love that can stick between my teeth. how fermented my breath can be. my world putrefaction. you're there. you smell like fresh cut stargazers. and it's lovely. it's new. and it's a different kind of death. of dead flowers. purple and white and yellow carnage. yellow like the sun. and i see your wet hair. in a memory. matted and hanging down. encircling my head. counter. intestines...

my playlist ran out on the radio

so it's just the phoebe's singing in the citrus trees now
it's the whooshing sound
of passing cars
the world coming alive all around me

i'm sitting in my car
drunk and unemployed
waiting for the sun

it might as well be a firing squad

i have this tension in my stomach
swirling around
like the storm in jupiter's eye

and i feel so invisible
i feel alone

i don't want to die

but sometimes
i think it would just make sense

i dream of a red river sometimes
red like hibiscus petals  
floral vein of the world  

dragging the knife  
making the hairline wound
the venetian red  
the pulsating ebb  
 
we are made of epitaphs  
 
we develop hands for throats  
we develop eyes for stalking  
 
how the human body outgrows the appendix  
how the human body outgrows the soul