Under my desk, there’s a box of cassette tapes.

They transcribe the path of the bead of saline dripping down your cheek

and the box reads, “FRICTION.”

Friction (n): the force of…

One time, God asked me a question.

It wasn’t a question about self-realization or commitment or obligation,

it was a question about salvation.

Because when the moment…

Lately, I’ve been having a hard time breathing out of my left eyelid.

What does that even mean?

My thoughts seem to be congested,

tricking my senses into believing I can still feel the perfect imperfections of her body.

But I can’t remember what her lips taste like.

I’m not quite…

According to suicide statistics,

Monday is the favored day for self-destruction.

It's a week weak day, Monday,

holding the weight of Tuesday through Sunday on its broken back

wearing a torn t-shirt that reads “arbitrary beginning.”

Who named the days…