We Hear Y’all Got Illegal Hamburglars


This looks like the final boss battle of Call of Duty: Artery Blockage. Two heavily armed Lunchables waddling through a fast food joint like they’re retaking Fallujah, but for nuggets. If tactical cosplay and gravy addiction had a baby, it would look like this.

The only thing they’ve successfully invaded is their own circulatory system. I’m not saying they’re out of shape, but if war broke out in the parking lot, they’d have to call for an airlift between the counter and the soda machine.

I hope whatever fantasy they’re living includes a cardiologist on standby.

Veil

Veil

Veil of breath,
the sky exhales a silent hymn—
a hymn not sung,
but remembered.


Something ancient
folds itself
over the black between stars,
between seconds of spacetime.


This is the language
before language,
the ripple before the wave,
the dream
before the sleeper knows
they’re dreaming.