Escape the Slimy Hand
Escape the Slimy Hand By: Shawn Misener this brain factory keeps me busy and comfortably distant from death keep the brains moving down the line
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Spøgelse
Spøgelse by Shawn Misener You’re a ghost fondling the ghosts of things like they matter, like trumpets with spit in their mouthpieces you are lonely,
You're All Knuckles
You’re All Knuckles by Shawn Misener Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets. She’s talking about process.
Popcorn Tigers
Popcorn Tigers by Shawn Misener There are so many couches. They stretch to the horizon, and for a moment I feel trapped in an Art
The Sad Sad Cows
The Sad Sad Cows by Shawn Misener I’ve decided that the perfect post-apocalyptic food is cereal slathered in creamy, slow-motion milk, rice and sugars and
Witness (The Creeping Anxiety of Babies and Dogs)
Witness (The Creeping Anxiety of Babies and Dogs) by Shawn Misener I stand before you today as a witness to both my dreams and yours
Her Head Sounserals Away
Her Head Sounserals Away by Shawn Misener He screws on his hat until it clicks into place. His child’s head is loose and keeps sliding
Catch-539
Catch-539 by Shawn Misener He liked to imagine that his skin was made of glass and never to be touched. He left his subterranean apartment
The Dough Boy
The Dough Boy by Shawn Misener The Dough Boy scrambled across the table giggling and squealing and knocking over wine glasses I was the giant
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33 by Shawn Misener Instead of careening into a mid-life crisis I found myself thinned out and spiraling through a neon pharmacy sign. You all