I plucked my eyelashes out for you one-by-one, to the rhythm of love and love nots. The pattern fell in your palm like a new moon cycle, disappearing into the blankness of that night. Those fools had nothing to hold on to anymore anyway. But my eyelids got lonely soon; they didn’t understand why their shadows were gone. You told me it was because my eyes were not the sun. All I could do was laugh at the thought of that clumsy, dying star. Continue reading
After Russell Edson
A man on crutches sees a pigeon drinking coffee on a New York sidewalk.
“Pigeon! I’m so glad I found you!” says the man. The pigeon nods.
“Oh Pigeon, this handicap has left me too lonely, ” says the man.
The pigeon says nothing, but nods in agreement. Continue reading