Asphalt, patched black and white, offered acceleration through a loss of friction.
I demanded nothing less than collapsing distance.
Surfaces can resist you too.
I inverted from the root upwards.
The lowest bone split in force and fissure.
I reverted


This is a work of fiction.

Love is fantasy, filtered through structured queries, precipitated in bars and bedrooms, and decayed into fantasy once more. H used to ask me for dick pics at 2 in the morning, after ignoring my