No Story

She stammered as she recited Eastern breezes on unsure footing. "Taoism, Buddhism..." she said. I was patient, shivering in her car, wanting a cigarette.

"I don't care," bled my guts. "Let it tumble out a confusion of drunk meat and supposed scholastic loftiness. We have these claws for hands. We have these mouths to suck the head.

"I am a starfish, a sea urchin, I float sunk in brine and poison those who place me in their throats."

Despair looks exceptionally lonesome tonight. I ride waves of teeth and hair. She drug me to a colorless car by my name.