Issue #2
Work appearing in Issue #2 of Abandon Journal, “Abandon Time” (Fall 2021).
Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.
The weeks go like this: accepting, horny, hopeful, sad. I’m four different people trying to establish one perspective on a major life event – on the creation of life itself.
here is the sky in stop motion, flickering,
a still shot in monochrome
Allanson looked out of the viewport, at the ragtag flotilla of ships trailing behind, some of them slow to catch up. It was to be expected with the little time that they’d had to cobble the fleet together.
Hitting up homes peopled by those with nothing much to lose was an easy score. The less you had, the less likely you were to defend it. But this home was different. Its residents had a lot to lose and the will to fight for it.
I loved Rena as much as a patient could love their gynecologist. We had tea together in her office. I cried when she asked how I was doing, and she showed me pictures of her terriers.
and on and on and on and on they ran, the Merry Men, running from a hundred and one arrows bought with taxes stolen twice over…
Millions of Americans have been affected by identity theft. It’s probably the greenhouse gases.
Sitting at the bar on Pacific Avenue. With the seashells in the walls. Same bartender from last year, still here, making the same lethal Mai Tais.
Ghosts for hire, whispers in her mouth,
cysts to feel, the symmetry of a gift.
You let the yellow glow
from eye sockets. The building up the street
is burning faster and faster.
