A stone glaze.

today I did not want to write about desire

Over a bonfire and whiskey, we tried to talk about our years apart...

The boys lined up to fill my virgin mouth...

Robert’s mother called him Bobbi.

The Edinburg Scenic Wetlands opened the year before I graduated high school...

There was a time when I didn’t know what was mine.

She smiles like sun and takes my hand...

Pete and Richard’s orange safety vests glowed a blinding light under the scorching sun.

I used to hold my rounded stomach before going to sleep...

I remember the dream...

I’m its only living eyewitness.

“He’s wobbling,” Cador said, applying one grey eye to a tarnished spyglass.

And three women throw up their arms in the tropical bay...

Julian placed his water glass on the floor dirtied with the bottom shoe grime of the many comedians who’ve come and gone.

It’s one of those cafés a few frequent and the rest walk right past.

A shower thought I recently had...

I’ll start by telling you the rules.

Name: Aaron Chen

Though I stiffen, Morbidly corporeal, I offer up a sigh