Byline: Nathan Leach

11/13

bangs and pops, in videos on screens a number says something’s wrong black writing: they had guns you wince a repeated trope: men in black stand before yellow tape in a bath, red and blue supine bodies float on frames … Read More

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Song for Us

You brought me orange juice in bed as the sun began to throw its spears into the hanging dust. Anything you’d like to do today? Nothing really, besides the juice. I clicked on the tape we had been listening to. … Read More

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