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Rattle / September 27, 2015

for Martin Shkreli When the pneumonia rocked your body in waves I rocked with you, seasick and nauseous. I vomited […]

Rattle / September 20, 2015

Be sure it would happen in the middle of a lesson. The kid’s backpack would beep and your head would

Rattle / September 13, 2015

Forgive, please, my slightly archaic diction, my floralities, my fedoral syntax, my apiary japes. I don’t know any better.

Rattle / September 6, 2015

for Syria, September 2015 Tonight a little boy couldn’t walk on water or row back home. The sea turned its

Rattle / August 23, 2015

I’ll never have a better steak though the meat could be more tender and my crooked alley view of the

Rattle / August 16, 2015

His daughter gets pregnant and everybody thinks it’s his, because he’s Sky Beer. He’s never washed nor combed his hair