Warm, cloudless, blue dust haze afternoons spent laying against cave dwellings and a murky river. We sip on wine and banquets, I ignore you staring at me. Solo swimming in the cold water feels like I own this valley. A girl named Lillian whips around a snake she caught with her bare hands, holding it by its neck in the palm of her pudgy hand and carrying it around-next thing I know, I’m waking up in bed with false teeth next to me, pretending I didn’t pick them up and throw them down in disgust back against the sheets. Feeling the dark eye turn its gaze upon me again and it’s gross. Tired of the dark magic shit I conjure when I’m not being true.











