A Stabbing

Changed my prints, moved eleven times, learned to blend in with the crowd.  But there’s always something coming, no matter how good you get at looking over your shoulder.  In my front pocket, I [...]

Marksman

Amid the bodies of the trees, or next to the sea, I stand perfectly still, a circle around myself. I am my own address. At home, I turn off the lights, think more clearly about invisibility. [...]