D.O.A.
Inspired by Ann Charters’ nightmare
2 min readFeb 23, 2024
I shut my eyes and imagine the
satisfying scrape of the knife paring
clean my bones,
used to scribble in future quarterlies
the writer’s bifocals are smudged with
facial grease, adjusted throughout the
short days of citations, half-assed cold press,
half-smoked cigarettes, half-ass…