Every synapse on manual mode. If that is possible,
You can keep me on this ship. You can keep me if you help me
Forget everything I remember.
Menagerie
There’s a Squirrel in the Boot
My work boots were muddy, aromatic, and not allowed inside the house. Every evening I stuffed old newspaper into them and set them on the porch swing, hoping to keep bugs and mice from crawling inside. Worked for bugs. Didn’t work for a squirrel.
Bees in his Eyes
The boy sits in the dirt of your basement, making spirals with his toes. Small and naked, spine curved over his knees, he stares at you with upturned face. The bees crawl over the whites of his eyes, sometimes in pairs and sometimes so densely you can’t see his pupils.