On August 15, 2016 In Sloth
Play of red on white. Punch-drunk female vegan Cain, myopic carnist female Abel. Closing cries. ‘Naturally.’ ‘Thank you.’ The blood-stained fourth wall stretches open. As a dog whistled, I hear this testament, old as it gets, as the fall in eating flesh.
On August 8, 2016 In Envy
The cream white pain of a girl-woman’s skin, fleshed up and ready for scarring. The smirched recurring dreams of parents caught in their own traps. Claustrophobic love, ‘grubby and slippery and desperate’ (258). The First Floor Ladies Restroom only a temporary escape.