In by Wyatt on September 12, 2016 at 4:36 pm
I was nervous.
You’d been in your mama’s belly for so long. I was walking down the hallway, wondering how to be with you, hold you, love you. I saw you, scooped you up. An unkown ventricle in my heart opened and a new flavor of love erupted through me.
When I woke up, Lara said I’d been laughing. I remembered the warm weight of you, so important and tiny. You saw wonder in my face. I saw the explosion of a timeless universe, which now had you in it.
I loved you in a dream, my daughter. One day.
In by Michael on June 28, 2016 at 8:01 pm
He turned on his VR headset and scanned through the porn menus. Options laid out in front of him, as he chose among friends, celebrities, strangers, deciding who to have fake sex with tonight.
He found her, an old friend from undergrad.
He picked a scene called Library Stacks, put in his earbuds, and began enjoying himself.
When the session ended, his account was charged $20. Somewhere a thousand miles away in LA, his old friend from undergrad made a commission. She had done a naked body scan, licensed it out, and made a good chunk of change each month.
In by Adrian on March 27, 2016 at 10:43 pm
Caffeine, intimacy withdrawal, that familiar-ish dissociative state where I can’t recognize myself in the mirror of the café restroom.
Ego death, or ego overdose?
Maybe just jittery eye muscles, unable to focus under fluorescent duress.
Spent the afternoon folding emails into corny origami animals for faraway loved ones, while tiptoeing through the slender mechanics of dispersed family trauma in the book I’m reading.
I pretend not to wait for responses but my phone ain’t buying it, chuckling at me like a wily karate master:
“Flash floods no longer an imminent threat to the New Orleans area. Reply YES to confirm.”