but we still have to finish this meal.
They bought me durian for dessert;
eating it is like preparing an essay
for a teacher you hate. The woman across from me
is a drunk, but she works here. How did she
get in? We eat. We don’t know what to say.
I start talking about Jeff Noon’s Vurt
but no one’s heard of it. Now I feel
like I could vomit. I’m ready to kill someone
for a job. When they’ve never had to work for one.
PAM (STARING INTO THE SUN)
I keep thinking about when she left.
There was this burning smell in the riot
of my breaths.
I think the greatest horror
is realizing you can’t kiss someone again.
I think it’s too fiery, these realizations . . .
The past only leaves you with steam.