EL GRECO Your distance is incorrigible, whether metric or imperial. An uncontested fingertip wavers before it falls on Martian dust. There is a slight application of pressure to smear the patterns of oil, skin, and blood. But when I depart through the window, shoulder first to shatter and protect, the flames neither lick nor caress, [...]

IF YOU WERE MADE OF ELK AND OAM If you were made of elk and oam I should have had your measure. With pinched fingers to procure a worthy sample, a singing sliver of dust, or coruscated bark. The label slips around the plastic vial like an evening dress, hot couture, viral load scintillating legs [...]

IF YOU WERE MADE OF ELK AND OAM If you were made of elk and oam I should want you still. The textures would remain coarse, crisp upon four fingertips. My thumb refrains. I hesitate. The flesh of your neck becomes parchment or it was paper all the hardened while such geography twists, meanders, a [...]