My writing now is a fictionalized version of my real life - which makes it unreal. I’m not real, I’m a machine.
A few things have been put up online. Nothing “tangible” yet has been published. But this summer BE READY! Thanks for reading, Anon.
White Hinterland, Corduroi, Craft Spells, Pictureplane, Bibio, Panda Bear, The Weeknd, Teen Daze, Galapagos, Glow Marrow.
Met a boy who makes things out of clay. Like, busts of men with little carved hands, tiny clay fingernails. He lives around the corner and has little spots of acne on his face. Position one. We meet in the street and he says his name is Derek. He walks away with two clay men in either arm, puts them in the car. I walk towards my house, and remember I need to have sex, find love. I say, Derek, I live in apartment number three, stop by with your men of clay.