Robert Torres – Priorities

i. We climbed over the couch pushed against the door. Bodies flapped like fish downstairs. We ditched through the window. Drifted west. I’d never met him but she said he was real so we sat with buffet pizza and merlot on the event horizon of a whirlpool around our drafty farmstead, grateful for gentle tides…

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Robert Torres – MESSIAH VISITS THE BRICK QUARRY AFTER THE FLOOD

If you can swallow a disembodied human eye whole without salt or sugar please write to the enclosed address. I have an ant farm you could stitch together with all your expendable mirth. You had so much time to learn to dig a hole in which to hide your beautiful teeth among trees and bite…