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tritone throati gulp on the periphery of a crowded shopping mall consolidated consciousness and the memory
gets stuck in my throat just above my adam’s apple like i swallowed one of those massive capsule
pills without any water. i simultaneously breathe and suffocate. for three years it just sits there like
an ovum in an indifferent uterine lining. when i inhale a pipe organ plays a tritone, when i exhale the
scent is redolent of my cat before she died of kidney failure. sweet-smelling piss. i can barely bear
it. someone asks me what’s your problem with shopping malls. can you hear me. i can barely bear
it. the doctor sticks a needle through my neck and drains the infection, says the hole’ll never close. i
care ostensibly. my organs float up and exit single file from my gaping mouth. i care ostensibly.