Gray

I have been thinking about taking a toothpick to my neck. That is, as though you could spear the tiny bulb of blood in the crook of the common carotid artery. Pluck the motherfucking pocket of pulse and squeeze it between tired fingertips.






Beating balloon. Thumbprint size. Weigh it in the palm of your hand or maybe roll and flip it back and over your knuckles like a coin.