We talk about our seizures and rate them on a scale from one to ten. Most of us are in the four to six (average) range, but you do see a few eights and nines (exceptional) wandering about with haughty expressions and gold-plated tongue-depressors placed jauntily in their breast pockets.

Yes, you and I will meet someday
in the tourist section of the astral plane. We’ll float
like heavenly barges and spit

Behind the chains and sawblades on the north wall of the shop, I found the packrat’s nest, his fetishes:

Father says the worst thing is a windless December night with no moon, no stars, just snowlight glowing in through the windows, lighting the path to the spring house.

I have taught tennis serves to wealthy women, repeating the importance of the Y. They practiced before me, attempting to toss the ball within reach of their swerving rackets, lifting their breasts inside carefully fitted uniforms, and I sang a song of encouragement, standing near the most attractive.

The leg pales as it lies limply, completely relaxed. It grows pulpy to the touch. It stiffens, becoming incredibly rigid. Blackens. A smell, a withering away.

“D. Incarnate, call me Satan,” he explained, stepping in front of me.

Having lived together for so long that they could no longer stand the sight of one another, the couple decided that this alone was reason enough to legalize their relationship, and so they mailed off the wedding invitations.

Charles Darwin’s great grandson
dined on frogs’ legs,
found them rotten,

In the late afternoon, above the town of Llanes, on the rock wall of the promenade, old men sit facing the ocean and read soft core pornography.