I, too, wanted to glide through a warehouse, a modern Hermes suspended mid-air not by the wings on his sandals, but by the sheer force of teenage angst and a burning desire to dance.

My Bacon Number Is 3, But If I Try Hard Enough, It May Soon Be 0

We met at a fancy restaurant and she
was served to me on a porcelain dish, porcelain tentacles writhing,
a tiny thing.

The Octopus That Controls My Body Is Angry

You don’t know when his hair turned gray or if yours is gray, too. The wheels are all gone, and the trucks rip out morsels of tar from the ground with every swing of the board, shoot them through the air like confetti.

The Thing About Two-Time Freestyle Skateboard Champion Mike Osterman Is That If You Ask Him to Walk the Dog, You’ll Have Piss All Over Your House

When Gerard Way steps on the tiny Gröna Lund stage in Stockholm on June 14, 2022, he is wearing what appears to be a holy poncho from another dimension.

The Way of the Poncho Cult

It’s not that I didn’t know Andrew was a bird. Of course I knew. He walked around the house, sapphire feathers puddling on the floor all around him, beak hanging open as though he waited for a seed.

An Embrace of Feathers Is Sometimes Better Than an Embrace of Arms but Most Times It’s Not

Machine Gun Kelly stands at the foot of my bed. He wears a ceremonial robe so dark it looks like the void of space. If I look closely, I think I see galaxies in its folds, but it might just be that fuzzy static that brains conjure in the darkness. 

My Sleep Paralysis Monster Is Machine Gun Kelly

I loved him from the moment I saw him, in that abstract and absolute way one can only love a stranger.

Still Life

I ate my twin. They tell me the correct term is absorbed, not ate, but I like the hungry, primal sound of it. Veni, voravi, vinci.

Ortolan Buntings

I am fifteen and my mother is jealous of my protostar body, but I get it because some days, I’m jealous of the body of the boy next door, of the way his skin drips with sunlight and his teeth glow white-hot.

Elia Karra

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