I Think We're Alone Now
Sionnain Buckley
Across the vacant middle seat an old man is sleeping through all of this, chin to collarbone, neck bent at a right angle.
Across the vacant middle seat an old man is sleeping through all of this, chin to collarbone, neck bent at a right angle.
Across the vacant middle seat an old man is sleeping through all of this, chin to collarbone, neck bent at a right angle.
And any of the people that had been counted correctly, including me, could move or die, making the incorrect count accurate once again, if only for a moment.
And any of the people that had been counted correctly, including me, could move or die, making the incorrect count accurate once again, if only for a moment.
I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain.
I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain.
Do you remember this one?
Do you remember this one?
When it is morning morning I dress myself in nice human clothes. I am ready to leave the garden, but I do not leave the garden.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub