Phantom Trash

Forsaken lore and Waking paralysis dreams

The Cats Shall Eat My Face when I’m Dead

We sweep litter off the bed almost every night. It sticks to the bottoms of our ever-moist feet and follows me into bed. We sweep it into the crack between the bed and the wall. It will bind and, one day, I think, form a wall of its own. We won’t even notice it, as if...
Closet Pal

Closet Pal

I have taken measurements of the thing in metric. I do not wish to share those publicly, because I am afraid it will know that I am talking about it. I can smell the waves from here. Sine waves. Big ones. Juicy ones. Even at low tide, they overtake the saws and...