by Corey Zeller
I was worrying about
My eyes are two brown seas. Each one is identical of the other in length and depth and brownness. Each one tries to climb into the other over the cliff of my nose. Which is to say: I cannot stop them from spilling. Which is to say: I only go places to drown them. Today, for instance, I walked into a room and everyone inside it died. I watched them float for hours. Underwater, their heads were like fireworks exploding out of their normal sized bodies. Hot flashes of color cut the dark … Read the rest