for Melissa Ensephalopus is not an arctic creature, she says. It is in the line of sirens and sinuses, octopi and angels. No leviathan, or sexually aberrant penguin, but no study has been conducted. It walks upright on tentacles, though, has walrus teeth in a snake’s head. It doesn’t suffer from deep-sea gigantism like Architeuthis …
8:01 a.m.: A train whistles, and Godzilla cannot find it. A flock of vultures flies in circles. Godzilla, bored with smashing expensive buildings, spins, staring at the birds. 10:10 a.m.: Dizzy from spinning, Godzilla drops into a doughnut shop, and his tail dips in the deep-fryer. He roars and runs in more circles. 10:59 a.m.: …
I wanted Freddy to cut up the jerk, but he always went for the girl first. He’d splash his sweater with blood, his teeth behind a smirk caked in amber and the residue of teenage souls. The subtext of claws in flesh, thrust performed in private with give and take. I spent most of high …
The little one, Pearl, rose early with a head full of ideas. She was the last of her blood; no other blood survived. Granted the sunrise, she wormed to the ladder and clambered to the surface grating. The monsters who ruined the world needled and crushed, chittering above. Teeth, they termed them though they had …
When D started using again I hid the wallet and debit cards in a laundry basket under the bed, along with the check book, silver earrings, and car keys. Weapons were found: neglected staple gun (empty, mostly likely), red rung of a quilt rack (could give a good whack), book of feminist poetry (to distract). …