Tampa sleeps beneath an interstate with a fifth of vodka in its roughed-up hand after another long night getting lit. In any case, you switch hornets with bats and realize with forgot, turns out it makes a huge difference.

The saline draining into my arm makes me even colder, my ring tightens around my finger as I fill up, a man named Mark is rushed in from the street, can hear the commotion while distracting a game on

Its slender handle a swan neck over the tub, like a low bird or amphibian that lives to peer, to lurk, to sleep. Its electric umbilicus rooted to the wall. As with a new infant, its head is oblong,

In the bathroom when I cannot find the light switch, I do not call out Bloody Mary. Instead, I say Santa Claus three times. Sitting at the computer, instead of reading Webmd like the old me, I learn about Bigfoot and believe everything. Brooding can be fun

My summer school course in arson has gone well. Twelve students planning their final projects. I’ve set only a couple of rules. They aren’t allowed to burn the school, and can’t use gasoline because it leaves such obvious traces.