What Is the Moon Called?
Michael Robert Liska
The moon men decided to come to Earth because they didn’t like the way the Earth people were always staring at them. Whenever they looked up at that enormous blue orb through their telescope, the
The moon men decided to come to Earth because they didn’t like the way the Earth people were always staring at them. Whenever they looked up at that enormous blue orb through their telescope, the
It’s got good bones, everyone kept telling us. Who knows.
I see them right there plain as day, two-dimensional prints, sacred geometry, my life is full of meaning.
I wake up the next morning with the sensation that my lips weigh ten pounds and are about to drop off my face. I’m too scared to look in the mirror,
They said it was a record-breaking storm. I wasn’t paying attention. I was trying to find a clean bowl and wondering if the radiator was supposed to make that noise. I didn’t think anyone would be out
In those days, it was popular to ask, What would Jesus do? I crucified myself for days.
Somebody is going to roofie them, I said. Dave laughed uncertainly.
I look at the curtain. I haven’t touched the red box since my new friend from Russian class opened it. It feels like a different object now that she’s touched it.
When you rearrange my insides you leave me for dead.
When his heart is an ashtray—cigarette butts put out on a surface that will not flinch
When I finally swallow, it feels like an admission of failure.
She buys us both mineral waters from the MoMA cafe.
So what if, slightly buzzed, she witnessed jubilant souls who succored maggots with their wounds, or improvised love songs to Señor Suboxone
As the day proceeds, we end up chatting. I tell the man with the snowflake tattoo: I thought you were in a biker gang but you’re all just working on Excel.
Let’s be clear:
You destroy things.
Do you think I won’t understand because I never finished school?
Only the best of girls get to play fantasy football and today, that’s me.
Clem wasn’t worried that Joshua would be a catfish.
I extended my time at the Hotel de Paris to fall into the bad habit of making love to the maid. And to recover and regain my strength, as my flu-ish bug was stubborn and I feared being on the road for too long with it.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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