by Tom R
Billboard of blood.
Tree chopped down.
131211. You walk me.
Caesar’s wife, beneath Caesar.
Carsick. O you bet.
Coma dreams. Or not.
Rat; rabbit; Year of the Crossing Guard.
My disposable.
Goodbye, bedbug.
Constantinople.
Baseball. Babel. Hegel.
H.A.G.S. A.I.D.S.
Sucking upon the past.
Submechanophobia.
Aborted into plastic.
Ice or glass.
Drowned for witchcraft, drowned for faggotry.
Eat the tongue.
Very well dressed wound.
Angel cleans you up.
You, out there.
My genocidal punchline.
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Tom R is a writer based in Chicago, and his work has appeared in Hex, the Militant Grammarian, and Allium.