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The insect on the shelf was back. It didn’t seem to do anything. It just came out of the hole in the girder onto the edge of the steel shelf and sat there. After a while it would disappear back into the hole in the girder, and he was pretty sure it didn’t do anything in there either. He felt similar to the insect inside the girder his shelf was connected to, but was not sure just how he was similar.

‘The integrity of my sleep has been forever compromised, sir.’

Like a stick of butter being hit with a mallet.

I had stopped crying, he remembers, and simply stood there, the size and shape of a hydrant, in red PJ’s with attached feet, holding out the mold, seriously, like the report of some kind of audit.

slowly turning into dfw, bandanas growing on my forehead and thin frames glasses scratch my temples. became so annoying about it (self-reflectively) that i got my boyfriend to read it; now we’re two annoying Boyfriends in 38 celsius degree heat reading it next to each other, one giggle after the other. i start to get the feeling i will miss it when it’s over

Sharp curved palmshadows move slightly over the pine table’s shine, the one head’s shadow a black moon.